Skeleton Philosophies. By CpSingleton © 2017
It was a strange statement for a child to come out with:
‘I like skeletons who dance and I just have to be one of those skeletons,’ Christopher announced.
It wasn’t in direct relation to the subject being discussed, which appeared to be about the future, but it somehow seemed to fit.
I heard his friend laugh out loud. A proper belly LOL.
‘Only you could say that and make it sound poetic,’ said Rosie, with eyes screwed up in laughter.
Later, when the house was silent and we were sitting opposite one another, reading, I asked,
‘Why a dancing skeleton?’
‘What do you mean?’ Asked he.
‘Earlier you said you wanted to be a dancing skeleton. Why a dancing skeleton?’
‘Because, if a skeleton isn’t dancing then it’s in a box: still. I wouldn’t want to be that kind of skeleton. The dancing ones are grinning and free from things humans want, like fashion and money for food. They look happy. I want to be happy. I want to be a dancing skeleton.’
It was hard to argue with that.