Image by David Stewart
Um-pa-pa um-pa-pa! The band from the village gazebo filled the evening air, already pregnant with jasmine and roses, with joy.
Sitting in her wheel-chair, Sadie Thomas had a far away look. In fact she was far away and had been for several years, tonight though, her memories had taken her back to that special evening when she’d met her Mark.
Her smile was young and fresh, filling her watery blue eyes with a sparkle that had been missing for so long. Her daughter seeing her smile, clasped her hands.
“Mark!” she whispered, her daughter wondered who he could have been.
© G.s.k. ‘15
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Yep … she has her secrets!
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Awww….. so sweet. Bittersweet.
I like how you’ve contrasted age / loss with youth / new love. (The pregnant air, the wheel chair, etc.) Nicely done 🙂
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Dear Georgia,
Mothers have their secrets, don’t they? Poignant story that tugs at the heartstrings.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle,
I couldn’t tell you where the story came from, except perhaps because I haven’t seen a concert in a gazebo in use in such a very long time …
And of course Mothers always have their secrets .. glad you enjoyed the read.
Ciao, Georgia.
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