"Twist" drabble
Survival
Once when she was 12, Sam Zabuto lost Kendra in a crowd.
He found her staring at a group of dancers in front of a flatbed truck with an old-fashioned sound system blasting bass-heavy music; Marley, Tosh, Burning Spear. A boy, maybe 14, took her hand with a smile and pulled her into the throng. She danced for a few moments; when she saw Zabuto, she obediently returned to him.
All the way home there was a twist in her step, a backbeat of her own.
It took an extra week of training to get her defensive stance right again.
Once when she was 12, Sam Zabuto lost Kendra in a crowd.
He found her staring at a group of dancers in front of a flatbed truck with an old-fashioned sound system blasting bass-heavy music; Marley, Tosh, Burning Spear. A boy, maybe 14, took her hand with a smile and pulled her into the throng. She danced for a few moments; when she saw Zabuto, she obediently returned to him.
All the way home there was a twist in her step, a backbeat of her own.
It took an extra week of training to get her defensive stance right again.