Anna read the words, cross-legged in sit at island stool; freckle and tan of her high thigh’s show out from under gown of cover. High-straight of her upper body curled, forward leaning as she read; and from still of sit, high foot began in tap then circle-drawing through the air. Blush began over high chest and neck, rising further into cheeks; and in read and see and know of all, breath failed and lost in strain-tightening of chest.
Story’s end, rise of her eyes, breath returned. From bodied waver, strength arose. Breath returned again.
Speed of her foot in circle’s path, coy encouragement in smile—moment that seemed forever—they moved and made the story true.