The lower arc caught her spine, supporting her, as she hung backwards from the waist on either side of the ring. Her head hung even with her feet, her heels touched the nape of her neck. She reached behind taking hold of her own ankles, still spinning. The ring sped up again. Alida became a blur. With little trouble, I imagined it in lights. The blur became the pixie again. The girl was upside down, her feet alone in contact with the ring, dangling from her flexed arches. She did a sit up in midair, took the ring in both hands, and was lowered spinning to the floor.
I applauded. But she wasn't finished.
The spinning ring rose again with Alida dangling beneath it. She pulled herself up with the lower arc at the nape of her neck. She dropped her head back as if she'd fallen asleep, and let
