Tap dancer on the TV set and soon the separate cells that make up heart have synchronized and tap, tap along. A feeling in just a flash of time goes backward, backward long a long, long way. I’ve always loved the clicking, the singing sound of heels and toes.
Creeping in an anwer to the nagging wonder at the mouse clicking in my hand, the singing sound of finger tips.
Clickety-click, click, click.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology