Thanks to Charli at Carrot Ranch.
Love during the time time of covid-19 is not the only time lovers have been parted. It’s happened for centuries, will happen in the future. Here’s one episode.
1944
The pads of our fingers touch. Our eyes meet. “Moonlight Serenade” sounds behind us.
Every day since he’s been gone, I feel his fingertips on mine, the echo of music, the owls calling in the holler.
Letters come infrequently. Words scratched out by someone witnessing our awkward courting dance.
When I close my eyes, I can feel his warm breath on my cheek.
Roy, 4F on account of his hearing, pursues me. I try, kindly, to withdraw.
The winter’s harsh. Telegrams daily. I watch his house, praying none arrive.
“When bluebells bloom, I’ll be home to you.”
I wait.
end
Categories: carrot ranch, fiction, Flash Fiction
Such a strong summary, those two words. I wait. Not quite an ending to the tale.
You’re right. I hope they have a real, lovely ending. Thank you, D.!
I love the line “When bluebells bloom…” Beautifully sensitive and sensory.
Thank you so much, Charli. I was really trying to make it more sensory and I’m glad that it came through.