The Night I Melted

So, I have a major “oops.” I thought I posted this. It didn’t happen. Oops. My apologies. Here we go. More to come. 💖

If you’ve been following “The Night” series, you know that this was originally written during my first year of blogging, back in 2016. The time of innocence. Gasp. Argh. But it was also written in response to the daily prompts that WordPress offered then. And, every once in a while you’d get a zinger like “zing” and then you’d have to figure out how to put it into your currently running serial. So, this little interlude reflects that. Below are all of the original words.


If you’ve missed any of The Night series, you can find them here.

I could go all kinds of weird with “zing” in a hospital, but I’m not sure I want to go there. Thus, another flashback. I’m almost considering time travel after this post. And, I apologize in advance. This isn’t my best effort. Maybe I’ll get some “zingers’ (hehe…get it, zingers!!!) in later.

Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me started a symphony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart

Written by James F. Hanley

For the Judy Garland video, click here: Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart


I did the graphic (yeah, I know, you could tell that!), but I didn’t take the pictures (unfortunately); they are licensed as “reuse.”

“You remind me of a young Judy Garland,” Dominic’s great-Uncle Teddy said and then shook his head. “No, I take that back. You look exactly like the red-haired companion from Doctor Who. Amy Pond. Ah, beautiful and a spitfire.”

I grinned at Uncle Teddy. “Thanks. Strangely it’s not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“We’re Doctor Who fanatics. What can I say?” Dominic said, shrugging.

“But getting back to Judy Garland,” Uncle Teddy said. “She had the prettiest voice. ‘Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart.’ Do you know that one? ‘Something inside of me started a symphony. Zing! Went the strings of my heart.”

When I was little, my grandmother would waltz around the house cleaning as her inherited 78’s spun on the turntable. She would sing with bravado when Judy Garland sung. I knew so many old songs that my friends thought I was a time traveling nerd.

Maybe I would be Amy Pond if Amy Pond were real and, well, worked in a library and dated a vice detective instead of nurse in a coma ward. Frankly, even if I were Amy Pond, I’d still be dating the vice detective. He’s hot. And has dimples. And may even make my heart, amongst other things, Zing! Sigh. Ironically, when I’m with Dominic, I think of another phrase from a Judy Garland movie: “I’m melting……”

Sascha Darlington

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