And one, two, three: I RAISE my arm gracefully, stepping toward the other dancers. I GLIDE forward, feeling as out of place as a single CHIVE in an omelette. “No, no. It’s all wrong.” Heads shaking, voices tumbling over each other… “Again!” comes the direction. “C’mon people. It’s QUITE past time for this. You should have figured out how to UNITE this piece before now.”

Georg’ann

HOUND at her side, the aging QUEEN greeted the workers. It was her task to UNITE, though she’d rather have been walking alone in the Highlands

Heather