Photo Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Every day I make the climb. There’s no way I’m getting into THAT elevator. It’s what horror movies are made of. Besides I see the headline now. Stuck in Elevator Woman Starves!
No one understands why I come. I can no longer perform, not since my vocal cord paralysis. I miss it terribly. It’s a yearning that haunts ………Tom’s the only one that reminds me.
Sinking into the old worn couch I take my place, front row. He closes his eyes; crooning love to the microphone. In his reflection I too am reminded of love’s soulful sound. My throat aches.
Word Count: 100
P.S. Please make sure to read the others.
I wasn’t sure what to write this week. Then I saw a tweet from a comic illustrator I follow. “Pick up the closest book to you, read the first sentence on page 18. now: why did you do that?” The books closest to me was none other then This That And Sometimes the Other by our very own FF host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. And the first line on page 18? “He makes love to the microphone as he closes his eyes and croons.” I had my story. I guess inspiration is the answer to why I did it.
Here’s a little accompaniment.
You Are So Beautiful ~ Joe Cocker
Very moving and lovely story even though it was so sad. Well done.
Thanks Patricia. I have a girlfriend that constantly tries to draw my from the edge. She would say at least this one didn’t involve any death. 😉
Ah, nostalgia. Wise to avoid the lift.
It is indeed. Thanks Patrick
Beautiful and sad. Nicely done.
Thank you Judah. That seems to be my favorite mix.
Sad but very beautiful too 🙂
My favorite mix. Thanks Siobhán.
How sad to lose something so dear, so essential. It made me think of Julie Andrews and how she can no longer sing.
Janet say it isn’t so. Poor Julie. As you read I imagine that to be a terrible loss.
If I recall correctly, it was a doctor error, but what a loss, for her as well as for us!
I felt her longing. Well done.
Thanks Rochelle. Your photo prompt and lusciously written singer brought the longing to life. I’m really enjoying your book.
Good story but sad. I choked on tears to read her desperation. Good writing! Nan 🙂
Thanks Nan. I can’t image losing my voice. Oh how I love to sing.
The last line is so poignant it made me want to cry for her. A lovely and moving story this week, DCT.
I can’t imagine losing the ability to sing. I cried for her too.