Wearing nothing but a pair of shoes, and a smile, Ridian danced.

Fingers pointed, people laughed, one or two in the crowd looked horrified. And a short time later she joined him. Clothed, but happy, she stomped her feet to the rhythm, and swayed to the tune. Ridian, naked and grinning hugely, carried on, his eyes closed in ecstasy, hypnotised by the song, the lights and the rhythm.

But all good things come to an end, and as the DJ changed the tune and segued into a gentler song, Ridian came back to himself, lowered his arms and stopped dancing.

And he cried, and the girl wandered away.

But that’s okay when you’re three.

And a little later, on request from his mum, the tune was played again… and Ridian danced for the wedding crowd once more.

This time with his clothes on. 

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I've always said that an idea can hit you at any time, and anywhere. This one came to me as I was cycling my way back from having coffee with a friend a few days ago.

I stopped on the edge of the road, tapped a note in my phone, and today this is what it's become. Not, that long, but something oddly different.