Kevin Ansbro's Reviews > During the Dance

"All her bright golden hair,
tarnished with rust.
She, who was young and fair,
fallen to dust."
—Oscar Wilde

For Me-me, the girl who named herself.

Oh, my!
A poignant, hugely emotive short story of a unique little girl (Me-me), whose sparkling imagination elevates her from the grim reality of the London slums in which she resides.
This snapshot of a tale is told from the POV of her older brother, Sammy, who has a rather more jaundiced view of the world they live in. Yet despite himself, his little sis provides him with the spiritual guidance he so sorely needs. She is Sammy's inspiration as well as his entertainment.
In her beautiful spontaneous mind, Me-me pirouettes like a ballerina, living her disadvantaged life to the full and enriching the lives of those around her.
And she enriched mine too for the duration of this soul-stirring story.

Thanks to Angela M for drawing my attention to this touching, almost parabolic, tale.
It would move a statue, so it would.

Fans of Foster, by Claire Keegan, will love this!

And it's a ten-minute freebie on that new-fangled internet thingy... http://www.marklawrence.buzz/story/du...
I applaud you, Mark Lawrence.