NO DANCING

She sat slumped in the corner of the pub, plush purple velvet propping up her attitude. She had been saving up this dress for months and now this. No dancing. She had scratched the words across the wall and was challenging him to say something. Anything. She had thrown away her medical mask and was wearing her defiance instead. A simple visit to the local pub had now turned into a civil public protest. This is what happens when they stop you dancing. You have to protest.