Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
I don’t know if this has ever happened in one of my FF fictions before, but the line that tied the story to the picture was edited out because I was over the word count and the words I needed to make the story were more important than talking about a window where you could see the roofs of neighboring houses. 🙂 Editing is everything!
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The Connection
“It sounds daft, but you make me believe in fairytales,” he says. “Crikey. I’ll meet you at the station.”
He doesn’t show.
She checks into her room. “Where are you?” she whispers.
New Year’s Day the sun barely clears the horizon.
Desolate, thinking the worst of him, she wanders to the pub and into a vigil, his picture on a podium.
“He saved a young mother and child…”
“The moment we talked I felt we had a connection. Is that crazy?” he’d asked.
Dazed, she focuses on his eternally smiling face. She never told him: “I know, I felt it too.”
Better to have loved and lost?
Good question. What do you think?
Thank you. 🙂
Damned if I know
lol me either
Really relatable! 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
Most welcome! 😀
Lovely story, Sascha, despite its sadness. The intuitive connection makes me wonder how their love will play out in the rest of her life, now that he’s sacrificed his life to save the mother and child. Will it be good, or will she be thwarted by having lost the love of her life without even telling him?
That’s an interesting thought. I imagine there will always be comparisons, but then will she have created a fantasy that never existed and would be hard to compete with? Thanks, Penny. Food for thought.
How painful is it to lose someone like this. More so when they leave without even knowing how you feel for them. A beautiful story 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
Wow! Regret so deep, I can feel it. If only they had another chance… Beautiful, Sascha! <3
Thank so much, Sailaja! 🙂
You are welcome, Sascha. 😀
Lot of story packed in to those 100 words Sascha!
Thanks, Iain. And lots of words were laid to rest. 🙁 🙂
Beautifully written Sascha
Thank you, Michael! 🙂
Finding that connection, a goal I think we all want.
Yes, I agree. Thank you.
Yikes, intense stuff, Sascha.
As noted above (or below?) you packed a whole lot into this.
But I love the old boy meets girl, boy gets splattered across half the town, girl is upset, truth comes out, type of tale.
It works for me!
Thanks, CE. Yep, “splattered” you made me grin. Just using that word could have made an entirely different story.
those unsaid words are such a burden to carry. great story!
Thank you so much, Gina! 🙂
Very easy to relate to.
Thank you, Lisa! 🙂
Oh. How sad. Beautifully done.
thank you, Linda! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Such a tragic story. At least she knows he didn’t stand her up. Good edit.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂
That’s one of those things you gotta say fast just to make sure it gets said, regardless of heroism.
I think I’ve learned this: what’s the worst that can come from telling someone you care?
Thanks, Alice!
Beautifully done. Very “An Affair to Remember” vibe to it – but with a much more tragic ending.
I have to watch An Affair to Remember at some point. I think that’s the one they talk about in Sleepless in Seattle? Where they meet at the Empire State?
Thanks, Dale. Now back to your night time spy activities. 🙂
Yes Ma’am! And yes, you really must. It’s such a wonderful story. And Cary Grant. Who needs say anything more?
Gotta go! 🙂
I will add it to my list. Thanks, Dale!
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Oh fabulous… and so sad
Thank you, Laurie! 🙂
Like Dale I thought of Affair to Remember though unlike that film’s plot, your story is a tragedy, of course.