Bobby's Last Dance

Looking at his hands praying no one noticed how they trembled. He was feeling his age. Life catching up with him. Needing a left handed smoke. He had peeked out back Every one was in attendance. Nosy bunch. His sisters kids. Bull dogs he had called them. The Girls weren't too bad, he almost liked one of them. But those four boys. Bull dogs. Even he had been bitten. Fighters every single one. Better left alone. Made him proud to be kin. They would argue over his gift. Him making monkey faces as they fought to get his dishrags with his hard earned money hidden away on the inside. She always wrapped them for him laughing together like old times as they chose her prettiest paper. He loved her like no one else. "Oh my sweet sister!" he smiled thinking about their life. Twins. Her husband was a wonderful man. Their love for each other pure. He had never found the dream love they shared. He had tried. God knows he had tried. "Hurry up!" his Partner called. "We need you to Dance." Strut Miss Lucy. A children's game. Every year they played silly games But he liked getting the prizes. With a wink and a nod at himself He slipped his silly putty back inside his front pocket. "I can't wait" He yelled. He knew he owned that game. He danced through the house down the walkway and across the yard. Then Bowing to his partner he stepped out into the joy of Bobby's Last dance.