Couples danced in the open space before the bonfire. The band struck up again and more people joined in until it seemed like the entire field was full of dancing and laughter, and the sheer delight at being alive.
Ben stood up and stretched out his hand. “Dance with me?”
Rebecca took his hand, feeling his rough calluses against her palm.
As he pulled her to her feet, the world seemed to tilt. Whether from the cider or the night’s strange energy, she couldn’t tell.
Mathew Brad is my pen, a Nigerian writer whose work delves deeply into the themes of love, healing, and inner peace. Choosing the name Mathew Brad was more than a creative decision,it carries a personal meaning that reflects my journey of self-discovery and my desire to write with clarity, warmth, and purpose.View all by MATTHEW BRAD
