It was late evening as I was walking down the street to my car. It wasn't dark though, it was that time of the evening when sun hid behind the horizon so other stars could shine too, but everyone still could feel the sun's presence.
Through the trees on my left I could see pink color disappearing from the sky as I walked by the park. I didn't want to go home already. It almost felt like something, some unimaginable force made me to head to the park.
I started to feel cold, but I was enjoying the peacefulness of this night. I only heard my footsteps on pebble path and I watched green leaves next to a lamp gain more color when other leaves were losing theirs.
"Dorothy! Don't just stand there! Join us!" high pitched voice woke me up from my daydreaming.
"Dorothy, come on!" another woman said
"You are all zozzled." I walked little closer so I could hear to who this sweet voice belonged.
I saw a crowd of at least 12 plugs all were standing in circle.
"What about a music? I can't dance without the music!"
That was the first time I saw her. It was at that time I already knew she is no ordinary girl...
One man started to imitate saxophone. Two other men joined him. She started dancing. I mean the three girls started dancing but I didn't even notice them. She moved like she was flying. Like gravity didn't have any effect on her.
More people started coming. Including few well-dressed gentlemen holding cigarettes. They seemed to enjoy this view of her as well. One of them, with a blond sleek hair pulled back, slowly moved closer to her. I think I saw him whisper to her. Then she turned to her friends told them something and they followed the man.
I don't know what came into me, but I decided to follow them. It wasn't a long walk. They stepped into a beauty salon, at first, I was puzzled. Everything is already closed in this hour. Maybe I should have gone home, but I didn't. I wanted to know if it is what I think it is, so I went in. I have never ever been to speakeasy before. I remember dim warm lights and round turquoise sofas around round ebony table. Everyone was dancing and if someone didn't, the were moving from side to side or fidgeting their foot in the rhythm.
There was she, on small podium in the middle of the speakeasy. With no gold dress as other dancers, no golden headband with turquoise feathers. She was there, in the middle with her light pink dress and with her rosy cheeks. But she wasn't the odd one, other girls were shadowed by her. By her looks, by her body, by the way she moved. Gravity pulled them down but not her, gravity didn't have any effect on her. I think she wanted to fly.
...
Dorothy couldn't fly in this body but sure she shined. Maybe she shined too bright. Maybe even she was overwhelmed by this light.
It may seem like this light went out, it's not true. She lit up all our hearts, she lit up hearts of her closest, she lit up the hearts of everyone who saw her from distance, of people who saw her in theatre people who just glanced at her.
I don't believe she is resting in piece. Right now, she is flying up there, in piece shining...
I gently put 2 sunflowers next to catafalque, told my self to breathe, I walked through crowd of journalists with notes in their hands to my car.
