I danced with Charlie Chaplin
… I daresay we look a sight together, but who cares? The other guests, clapping to the rhythm of the fiddles, are beaming, and I am no longer a heavily burdened unexpectedly expecting forty year old. The music spins us into weightlessness, into another giddy exhilarating world. This man who was a childhood hero is resting his hand lightly in the small of my back and his feet are twinkling like stars….
by Penny Feeny
Penny has worked as a copywriter, editor and freelance broadcaster, but prefers writing fiction. Her stories have won prizes and been published in several literary magazines and anthologies. They have also been broadcast on local radio, Radio 4 and most recently, the BBC World Service. She has lived in Cambridge, London and Rome, but has settled for many years now in Liverpool with her husband and their five children.