Modern Dance

Three old Blackfeet sat around a campfire in lawn chairs. The tipi was set up with skins laid down already. Dinner lay in scraps around them. There was plenty of wood for the fire. There was nothing left to do.

“Good powwow,” one remarked.

“Mmmhhmm.”

“Could have more of the grandchildren, though. Not enough for a good dance.”

“I can fix that.” An elder pulled something out of a pocket, poked around, then stood. He twisted one way, then another.

“New dance?”

“Nah. Trying to get good cell reception.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Renee Heath

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