One day, they crossed paths in the narrow passage between the bathroom and the hall closet – only enough room for one to pass. Instead, he took hold of her and they spun, lips meeting softly. It became a ritual. A silent dance performed again and again over a lifetime. They never spoke of it. The kids, when they still lived at home, never knew. No one did.
And now they danced again.Only this time, it seemed to him that the dance would go on forever, their entire lifetime in one silent kiss. But then it did end, for this time, she was saying goodbye.
And they turned the machine off.
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