My short story for this month is entitled ‘Glory Days’ and blends two of my delights, writing and belly dancing, in the story of an old veil, resurrected by the youth she thought was gone forever.
Belly dancing is to my body as writing is to my soul. To interpret the music as a form of dance gives me great pleasure and yes, being a woman, I am enthralled by the costumes. The troupe I am in changes their costumes regularly but I hope this year’s veil (a rainbow of colours) will not sneer at my very first veil, which I still have. All colours are wonderful, filled with light and promise. How sad to be envious of another’s attributes. For shame, Turquoise!