Finds His Calling



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Finds His Calling

He’s a vaudevillian now, my husband; his sole prop my dinette chair. He dances around it, stands upon it, kneels before it and sings “My Mammy.”

Perhaps I could ignore it, except he’s performing in the cove as the tide sweeps back in.

He’s quite a following now. To be truthful, he’s always sung well. He wanted to be Joel Gray on Broadway in Cabaret.

I stand silent, fingers over lips, hoping our son can rescue him before my last dinette chair floats into the Atlantic.

Tonight he sings “Sentimental Journey” and soon my chair bobs and journeys away.

end 2/10/2017

S. Darlington

15 thoughts on “Finds His Calling

  1. Dear Sascha,

    I used to know a performer who did acrobatics on walkers and crutches. Reminds me a little of your chair performer. Cute story. I enjoyed it



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