At Prom Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance and Thirty Years Later Our Paths Crossed Again

arrived at ground level because it had been designed to welcome rather than simply accommodate, when Marcus came across the floor toward her.

He held out his hand.

“Would you like to dance?”

She looked at him. She looked at the room around them, the wide corridors, the ramps that arrived at the front entrance rather than beside the service door, the spaces continue reading …