The Path
…And the small white stage spun, round and round, and the music box began to sing as the two figures on the stage—– the grey man in a black and white tuxedo and the woman with a dress flowing with colors—– began to dance, round and round; and as the figures spun around each other-– him reaching out to her, hands out, and her leaning away from him with a smile on her lips as their fingers hovered inches away from each other— the folds of her dress swirled around them, the colored fabric hovering in the air around him, just barely missing his marble white skin; and the two dancers spun around the stage, and as the music box began to unwind, the melody slowing down to nothing, the mechanism grinding down to a halt, the metal disc hovering by the last note, for a fraction of a second their fingers touched.
And the small white room burst with color.