Tracy Is Asked To Dance
Tracy sat on a metal folding chair, his legs, in their torn jeans, splayed out in front of him. He watched as a few of his friends danced with their significant others. His eyes flickered from the couples, to the wall, to his hands in his lap, to the clock on the wall, and back again to the couples. Eddie's death shouldn't have come as a shock. He'd suffered from his cancer for a few years now. He had just seemed, well, indestructible. Yet here Tracy sat, at this celebration of his good friend's life.
"Hey, Tracy." His eyes flickered to the woman who had just sat down beside him. Robin, his friend Toby's wife.
He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and then falling with the force of it, his shining eyes turned to hers. "Hey honey, how are you doing?" He tugged at the side of his mustache, and his leg quivered, he twitched the corner of his mouth to give her a small crooked smile.
"I'm doing alright. Why aren't you dancing Tracy?" She nudged him on the shoulder playfully, giving hi