The Dance of Life
Leaving the most notorious bar in a state of confusion, I stumbled out on Jackson Street with a heavy heart. Still wearing the same gray suit from yesterday, I walked the familiar street like a somnambulist. Just before yesterday, my life was full of optimism and effervescence. I had had an enjoyable career as a doctor who was on the verge of convincing NASA to support my desire to carry out an experiment to find a cure for cancer. More importantly, I had a lover whom I met during a lecture on the recently discovered cutting-edge technology to cure cancer. We both fell in love with the work and eventually a spark of love blossomed between us. We continued to meet after work every day, and each day was a blessing from God to me. We agreed to get married soon afterward and go on a honeymoon to France, a country that we have always desired to visit. Just when I thought everything was perfect, my girlfriend called off the wedding. She called it off even though all the invitations had been sent to the family and friends. As I listened to her explanations of how she was not ready to start a family with me and how she had to prioritize work over her personal bliss, I suspected that those were excuses to h
In a fit of rage, I gave her the pictures my detective had taken of the secret meetings between her and her paramour. As if waiting for the right time to leave, she accused me of violating her privacy and said she desired a break. Of course, I knew that it was to be a permanent break and quite frankly, I had no use in talking her out of it. Before she left the door forever, I cursed her and called her different names that I knew a gentleman like me should never have employed. But then, what did I care? I lost everything in my life except the job in one day. Hurling lamps, books, and tables at the door, I was determined to break almost everything I happened to put my hands on until my stamina failed me. Like a loosed tiger, I made my way out of the door and drove myself to a bar on Jackson Street. I did not know how long I had been walking or where I was for that matter. All I could tell was that I was far, far away from the civilization of humankind. Heading home, I did not encounter a man or a woman or even a sign of life. As I made a turn into a familiar dirty alley, which filled with the putrid stench of fish and feces, I was dumbfounded by what I was about to see. Before my eyes, I saw a party with many people dancing on the grass with the sun still a couple of inches above the horizon. I could also hear jazz music recorded by Duke Ellington. As I advanced towards this incredible sight, I could make out the laughter ringing in the air and the conversations of the dancers on the floor and the mellifluous sound of the music. ide an affair. I tried to reason with her but she was so unscrupulous that finally I just gave up. Thinking that I was not invited to this party, I thought of taking another route towards my house. But somehow, the dancers attracted my curiosity and I who soon determined to talk to them and figure out the special occasion for this marvelous party. As I cautiously walked towards them, two wome
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Approximate Word count = 1317
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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