Weighing the final product.
For the Daily Prompt: relocate.
My daughter in her uncle’s bike shop.
This is the second photograph. My daughter has the same expression as the first one. And who is talking to her? That’s the head coach. Her expression and focus does not change.
My daughter raced mountain bikes for her four years of high school. We have a club team. She looks just the same at the start of each race: focused. Concentrating. Ignoring everyone else. And I chose this photograph because of the next one…..
I am with my EX. He has that wicked trickster expression, which can mean fun or trouble or both.
“Let’s go.” he says, “Dancing. I have something new to show you.”
I go, warily, choosing boots rather than high heels. I love to dance, but I know that expression. There is a twist here. He is messing with me and I need to be careful.
He leads me into a park. We go through various sections and into a part with a rectangular green. The rectangle is broken by a hole in the corner, shaped like a billiard pocket. It is not very big and about 15 feet deep.
“Wait,” he says and goes down the steep muddy slope covered with leaves… and right into the mud covered wall, completely in. The earth struggles and then he pulls back out, covered with dirt and filth, frankly. It stinks. He taps a grayish structure beside him, and it lights up with soft light and starts playing a Charleston. It also moves a little, parts moving against each other, more awkward blobs than humanoid. And around me, three other statues also light up and move.
And my EX is climbing back up the muddy wall towards me and sinking in up to his waist with each step. He will be at the top soon. The Charleston is a cheap tinny version.
I am trying to decide: Will I dance?
I wake up.
Will you dance?
I took the photograph in 2014. My daughter was on the Killer Whale Mountain Bike Team. This is her coach, annoyed because he had to drop out of the race. He was riding with a belt chain, but the mud was so deep that it packed the chain and he couldn’t ride. My daughter finished the race but said that there were many sections that they just picked up their bikes and tried to run through thick sticky mud six or more inches deep.