The Spectacular

by Fiona Davis

I still dance in my dreams.

In my dreams, I stretch like a rubber band and my body is nineteen again. And then I wake up stiff and sore and realize it’s only getting worse.

What was it about the synchronicity of movement that created a swell of emotion, one that couldn’t be helped? It was a strange kind of alchemy.

We were the crazy family, not to be trusted. Keep in mind that if she’d died of cancer or a heart attack, they would’ve been at our doorstep in a minute with casseroles and words of comfort. Not for a mental illness, unfortunately.”