Every third Saturday there was live music at The Manor Care Facility.
Once a dancer, Bette loved the music and the happiness it always brought her. Now confined to a wheelchair, she was limited to only listening to music.
Bette looked forward to the occasional times someone would grab her chair and whirl her around the floor. She would then close her eyes, able to remember the exhilaration of how it felt to dance.
Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Linked to: Five Sentence Fiction
Word Prompt: Dancing