(Written for Friday Fictioneers)Copyright – John Nixon
I no longer needed a watch. Standing in the doorway every day at 3 o’clock he’d become my personal time piece. Never coming in he’d only linger a moment before passing by. For years I tried talking to him, smiled, but he always looked right past me. A memory lost to some faraway place.
“Cheryl I’m heading to the bank. Store’s yours.”
“Wait a minute he’s coming back.”
What was different about today? Clair de Lune playing from the victrola just brought in.
Approaching, he tenderly enticed “May I have this dance?”
“I’d be delighted.” I replied taking his hand.
Word Count :100
This was very sweet… I smiled from ear to ear…
Thank you Bjorn
You wove an intriguing story from the photo and while you moved the story forward at the end, there’s still a lot of story left. Ron
Thanks Ron- I like when there is story left to be written by the reader or the writer. 🙂
Lovely story, you capture that sense of loss and love so well.
A sweet story with a delightful ending… and I’m sure it was a lovely dance in a lovely moment.
Real depth to these characters in such a short story. And it works even better for me because this music is something my 18 year old son plays.
I chose this piece of music because it bridged the age divide. In my mind the store owner was much younger then the patron. Thanks Claire.
Aw that was so lovely, great job capturing emotion in so few words 🙂
That is a terrific compliment. Thank you.
Thanks for the song and the sweet tale of love. You captured the moment perfectly and plausibly. Well done.
Thanks Doug. I love hearing plausible. 🙂
Beautiful music. Sweet story.
Thanks for providing inspiration Rochelle.
Sweet story. Well done.
Music and dance. Who knows where this will lead?
Even if nothing more than a single interlude they are both moved.
Very nicely done. The music finally pulled him in.
Thanks Tom. Music is intoxicating.
never to old to dance/ sweet flash fiction
No you truly aren’t. Thanks Moondust