Happy New Year! Bestest of best to you all! I’m back to Friday Fictioneers. And ever so thankful to Rochelle!
Hello, It’s Me
The grandness of exhibitions. Fluttery gossamer wings dancing in the wind.
I hear a song playing, “Hello, It’s Me.”
My daddy used to sing it to me when I had nightmares. I don’t know why. I think it’s a love song. Maybe it gave him comfort, after mum leaving us. Desolate. And, his voice, gravelly, strewn with emotion, gave me comfort.
Here now with Damon, who told me a few moments ago: “If it was going to happen between us, it would have.”
My heart feels still, yet dancing.
Love is like these veils flittering, filmy, unless it’s real.
end 1/5/2018
Sascha Darlington
Such a bittersweet tale. Lovely.
Thank you. 🙂
I take his remark to mean, “We haven’t fallen in love so obviously aren’t going to.” Or am I understanding this wrong?
Yes. You’re right. He sees no future for them. Thanks for reading, Christine. 🙂
Enjoyed the story, something is translucently good so that’s fine. So cold there, been in the news here as well. We have heat waves, in the south melting bitumen, expecting around 104F tomorrow. My lawn is a coastal desert, the tree ferns have almost given up. 🔥 Have a great 2018, Sascha. 😃
Thanks, Steve. It’s a balmy 15F and falling as I write this. I’m feeling cold even inside. Er. Mother Nature must be unhappy with us (who could blame her?). I hope things improve soon your way. I saw a forecast next week for 55F. I’ll take it. 🙂
Happy New Year! Wishing you the best, 2018!
Welcome back, Sascha. I liked the writing of this but was confused by the ending. As I read it, he’s just dumped herm but her heart is dancing?
Thanks, Neil. I tried to convey that maybe they’re breaking up wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but perhaps I got too caught up in the pretty words and not the concrete. I may rework it. That tends to happen….a lot! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
It’s great to see you back. I liked the vision of her father singing in his gravelly voice. I was also a bit confused at the ending. Is this comparing our fairy tale ideas of love with reality? Nicely written just the same.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. Yes, I think I need to rework this a bit because my intent didn’t quite come through. I was trying for the break up not be an altogether bad thing because secretly she realized it wasn’t working either. I appreciate your comments!
Happy 2018 to you! 🙂
I agree with Rochelle, the big about her father singing with a gravelly voice. I too and confused about the ending. Was she relieved at his non-declaration of love?
Yes, actually that is exactly what I was going for, but will probably have to rework it. Thanks, Phyllis! 🙂
Woot I got it right😊😊
I think we have a consensus – lovely imagery and a little confusion. The lovely gravelly voice of Dad and maybe she is happy that her boyfriend is being honest?
Yes, I think she is. Thanks, Dale. I’ll rewrite to alleviate confusion.
Happy 2018! 🙂
Happy 2018 to you too!
Thank you! 🙂
Happy new year! [ i guess I can go on wishing people happy new year the whole of jan right?
erm….why not? Or at least a happy 2018.
A Happy 2018 it is then
The joy of not having to be the one who said it, maybe this is a true moment where “just be friends” will work, and actually make it good for both.
I think so. Thanks, Bjorn!
I saw and felt your Father and heard his gravelly voice.
Thank you! I appreciate your reading.
I think she’s going to survive it. She seems like a positive kind of girl. Nicely done.
Thank you, Sandra. I think you’re right.
Ouch! That would have been bitter to hear.
Thank you for reading!