Annie Mallios The Dancer 10/31/12
She is walking down the beach, it is noon. The sand is like mud, where in every step you take, your feet sink into the soft ground. The water is crystal blue colored and the sun shines through it, exposing the sun fish swimming on the bottom. And the sky is as blue as the Hoboken diamond, and the sun shines in the sky and makes the water glitter like it was made of crystals. The sun has exposed her beautifully figured shadow, where she looks tall and thin. The sun tried to copy her body image on to the sand, with it's shadow, but the sun couldn't. Her figure was small, but firm. Her legs stayed firm and slim, her back stayed straight and had a small arch, her arms were small sticks that had been blown off the trees but with some muscle. And her long golden hair cascaded down on her shoulders. She wasn't a pedestrian, she wasn't normal. She was a dancer, she was special. She couldn't be like anyone else, because she would stick out like a sore thumb if she tried. But she stands out anyway, she stands out just the way she is. She is expressive, but silent. Not a person nor animal has ever heard her voice. That's because she doesn't need it. She has her body to do that for her. She can talk all day with her body, and at the end of it, it wouldn't even ache. She stopped in her tracks, she didn't want to walk. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to look to her side and see the boys staring at her. The boys who have always stared at her, for her beauty. So she let go, she cut loose. She let her feet take control of what she was doing. She danced, and danced and danced and danced. She spun, she jumped she stepped all over the place. Her feet squashed into the sand, leaving her foot prints. They only thing that remained to remind people that she had been there She danced and danced and danced, until the sun went down hours later. People left the area and returned home to where they could sit and do nothing. But she didn't stop, and she wouldn't. Nobody could tell her to stop, because when they did, she would do it more. But they grew to the point where they didn't care, just where she wanted them. She danced for herself, not for them. She danced not to fly, nor for the experience. She danced to live life.