Beto’s Quetes

The clump of her fading auburn hair
lay next to the cooler full of Modelo.
Dinorah had flung it across the dance
floor while Enedina swished her hips
to the Cumbia beats. The two women
wrestled between tables, while Tio Beto
played the accordion, a green and red
Fever F3112 with white keys his father
bequeathed to him when he was six.

It was always a treat to see.

Treat

via Daily Prompt: Treat

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