I
danced with Charlie Chaplin
I daresay we look a sight together, but who cares? The other guests,
clapping to the rhythm of the fiddles, are beaming, and I am no longer a heavily
burdened unexpectedly expecting forty year old. The music spins us into weightlessness,
into another giddy exhilarating world. This man who was a childhood hero is
resting his hand lightly in the small of my back and his feet are twinkling
like stars
.
by Penny
Feeny
Penny has
worked as a copywriter, editor and freelance broadcaster, but prefers writing
fiction. Her stories have won prizes and been published in several literary
magazines and anthologies. They have also been broadcast on local radio, Radio
4 and most recently, the BBC World Service. She has lived in Cambridge, London
and Rome, but has settled for many years now in Liverpool with her husband and
their five children.
