Heroine of the hula hoop

A girl in front of her house was doing hula hoop tricks today. She reminded me of a flapper — maybe Josephine Baker, the way she stared dead ahead and smiled — perhaps knowing she had it down and that she would beguile onlookers.

The hula hoop never stopped moving, regardless of where it wound up — seemingly precarious but staying put, like a plate on a stick in a vaudeville act. What kept it gyrating? It reminded me of those yo-yo tricks, where the yo-yo appeared motionless, like a hummingbird probing for pollen.

I began to think of sci-fi films because the hula hoop brimmed with condensed energy and kept hugging the girl’s body like an electric bolt around a coil. It spiraled down her blue jean legs and up again over her waist; across her out-held arm and back down to her other arm, ultimately holding steady between her shoulders — as if she were Atlas, taking on the weight of the heavens but with no hint of struggle.

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, cuddle bunny. Sweetie, I'd love to.

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