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"LUCY & BOBBY"

"A GHOSTLY DANCE STORY"

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published about a month ago Updated about a month ago 4 min read
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LUCY & BOBBY

A GHOSTLY DANCE STORY

This is a fictional story. All characters created by author.

There was a girl.

There was a boy.

There was a toy

As the girl twirled

Around the dance floor.

The music was blaring around the dance floor,

As the people drank and danced.

As Lucy watched the kids’ prance

Across the floor

As Lucy stood by the door.

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Lucy was only seventeen,

And no dancing queen.

Lucy was on the outside looking in,

Watching the in-crowd dance

Under the shiny ball hanging over the dance floor.

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Lucy could not drink,

Underage,

Lightweight,

One hundred pounds,

Long dark wavy hair,

Five feet tall and so small

A boy walked into the club

Without a care.

He had long black hair

Pulled back into a ponytail.

Lucy looked at the tanned body swooshing past her,

Knocking her cherry soda out of her hand.

“Excuse me Miss. I am so clumsy!”

Lucy replied,

“Well dude, the soda is on your shirt

And on my skirt.

So, lets share why

You should sit here with me

In the lounge.

Have a drink!”

Bobby sat down beside Lucy

In the lounge,

As Lucy ordered Bobby a gin & tonic

And chips and salsa

With hot green jalapeños &

Bits of corn to eat with the tomato and cilantro salsa

Dip.

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The dark tanned dude

Said,” Oh, am I rude.

My name is Bobby Brood.”

Lucy laughed, “OMG! Me too! I am Lucy Balsa.”

The night was young and warm

As the heat from the summer rain

Had caused a dark web of sweat

To gain

The dance into a morbid dance of fame

As the roof caved in.

The kids ran out of the club

To the street.

Bobby hugged

Lucy as they walked out slowly.

Hand & hand.

All the kids were scared.

The lightning was striking

Every few minutes.

All over the area they were standing in the parking lot

Liking

The rain Bobby & Lucy

Be

Hugging, kissing, so hot

On the spot

In the parking lot.

Someone called 911

& the fire department arrived within five minutes

As they were taken one by one

And placed in the ambulances.

The night was still young.

The dance floor was now a pond

& beyond

Everyone was safe

Except this was a secret rave.

The warehouse was off limits to everyone.

So, the kids were all young

Liquor was not legal,

Due to young ages of all

Lucy sat in the back of the ambulance,

Per chance

She looked around the scenario

To find Bobby Brood.

She asked the paramedic if she had seen Bobby Brood.

The paramedic replied, “No baby, I am Cathy Brood. My brother Bobby died two years ago today at another rave. Bobby was in a horrible car accident after the 'rave'

was over. He had overindulged in alcohol. Bobby was killed along with his girlfriend, Cindy Lou Beastie.”

Lucy was so in awe, “Cathy, OMG! Bobby was so real. He helped me escape out of the club, so we were not injured by the roof that caved in over the dance floor as lightning struck the DJ booth knocking out the electricity as rain flooded the cub.”

Cathy replied, “Yes, my brother was a good guy to hang out with. You remind me of Cindy. So, Bobby helped you and the others to survive what could have been a massive death scenario. Lucy you are blessed. Let us thank Bobby for this wonderful visit from the beyond.”

They thanked Bobby, threw a kiss in the air, and told him they loved him. As Lucy stood up, she felt a hug as an orb was hovering beside her.

To my hero

Bobby

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Whom I just met

Seeming so real

As he spoke to Lucy.

Surreal on the spot

In the club

And in the parking lot.

Lucy walked off to drive her car home

To her parent’s home in San Fernando.

She drove her bright pink Volkswagen

To the house

Quiet as a mouse.

She pulled into the driveway,

In the late night of yesterday

Her mom met her at the door,

“Lucy, OMG! You are okay.

Some boy named Bobby called my cell

To tell

Me you were okay, alive and saved

At the rave

By him

To rescue all from the flood, lightning, and rain."

Lucy told her mom

About Bobby and her mom replied,

“Okay my baby girl. Let us thank Bobby!”

Lucy & her mom lit a candle

And told him.

He was a new friend,

And, was his own light with or without a candle.

Mom & Lucy hugged,

Walked into the living room.

Bobby was sitting there, smiling,

‘Hey guys I love you and forever will be grateful you are alive,

However, I may ‘hang out’ with you Lucy to guide you

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Through your senior year in high school

To move forward for you to obtain your college degree,

Not to drink & drive.

I will be here a short time

To keep you alive."

Mom went to her room.

Lucy walked upstairs to her room,

With Bobby taking light steps

As he followed her into her room.

Lucy lay down.

Bobby laid down.

Lucy fell asleep.

Bobby was there

To hug

Keep her safe

So, he was her angel

Coming into the dark night

& now her paranormal lover.

Written by

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

JUNE 10, 2024

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About the Creator

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I worked for the music and film industry in Los Angeles, California and Austin, Texas. I studied nursing, journalism, art, film, and computers in college. I was in the first computer class in 1981 at The LA Times. PEACE OUT!

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Comments (2)

  • Babs Iversonabout a month ago

    Fantastic!!! Lived it!!!❤️❤️💕

  • Shirley Belkabout a month ago

    Hope my grandchildren have a version of Bobby to keep them safe, too!

Vicki Lawana Trusselli Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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