No one could see them but they were there, dancing to echoes of music that had once been. The two ghosts glided and swirled across the ballroom floor as smoothly and lightly as could be expected of non-physical entities. In life he had been clumsy on the dance floor but in spirit form his abilities were pure heaven. There were no unpleasant moments as he trod over her feet and if dancers intermingled to an interlude of earthly music, the couple never bumped into them - they moved right through them. The two were alone in their world and as ghosts were assured of their privacy. No one would disturb them or come between them. The two specters revolved and dipped on the dance floor, showing up as dim mysteries on the occasional photograph that might be taken. It was tragic how they had died, and not without a trace of romance, collapsing from exhaustion at the dance endurance contest. They had so wanted to win.

Story #135