A slow dance to a fast song

Their marriage had never really got going. The wedding itself had been an impromptu affair in a pub and they hadn't even been in the room when the DJ (aka his brother) played the first song - the one that they were supposed to dance together, in front of everyone. And then, because of her job in Dubai, they hadn't lived together for the first three months after the wedding.

And now it was over. He had called round to pick up his post from the address that they still shared and had found her holding two official-looking letters - one addressed to each of them.

They had smiled at each other. Unsure of how to mark the moment.

"Shall we?" She asked, opening her arms to him. And they embraced and then danced, silently, around the kitchen.

In front of no-one.