Another dance photo manipulated in Photoshop 7. This, as is probably obvious by the title!, was inspired by that most magnificent song by The Eagles, “Hotel California”
It also inspired the folllowing story;
Faith twirled and swayed across the polished floorboards in time to the music. The tune was familiar but Faith couldn’t remember why. The other patrons of the karaoke restaurant looked on curiously at the beautiful woman dancing alone. They were split into two groups, those who watched and simply appreciated the graceful elegance of her movements and those who looked on and wandered about the woman’s vacant, ethereal, expression.
Magda, Faith’s mother, placed a restraining hand on Simon’s arm as he began to rise.
‘Leave her be,’ she whispered in his ear, ‘Let them stare. It’s not like she gives a damn.’
Simon nodded reluctantly and settled back to watch his young wife dance. The first time he’d laid eyes on her was during a production of Swan Lake, where Faith had been the Prima Donna, that his sister had dragged him to. Her beauty and her unmistakable aura of otherworldliness had him immediately smitten. Simon had hung around the performers exit for hours afterwards with a bouquet of daisies, plucked from the gardens across the road, waiting to meet her when she emerged.
How her mind could now connect classical ballet with soft rock so effortlessly when she could no longer remember her name was a beautiful mystery to him.
Perhaps it was the song that had triggered the synapse. Faith was a prisoner. Locked up tight in her own mind. Was she dancing to remember, or was this the last thing to forget?
And still those voices were calling from far away
Whose voices? Faith thought idly. Simon, her mind sang out. A face flashed before her eyes filling her with a sense of joy and love before it vanished.
Faith continued dancing; a part of her that was still operating knew that she would soon forget how to do this too.
© Alison Pearce 2010-04-27