Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
asks us to use the photo below as inspiration
to write creatively in 100 words or less while
making every word count. This is my flash.
They stood in the bedroom, looking up at the moon and making wishes for their future together. She leaned into him feeling his warm breath on her neck and she sighed. He asked how they ever got so lucky and she whispered she was just asking herself the same thing. For them, everything else ceased to exist. It was just them, the moonlight and their dreams.
She opened her eyes, jolted by her reflection, her tear-stained face. The painful reality hit like a tidal wave; his funeral was that morning. It was just her, the moonlight and her memories.
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100 Words
This is “Moonlight Serenade” by Carly Simon
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The Elephant's Trunk 
That’s heart wrenching.
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Perhaps she was comforted by his “presence”.
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This is very good.
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Thanks so much for your kind comments, Dawn.
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So heart touching, Nancy. Ending surprised me.
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यह मेरी प्रेरणा थी, प्रिय केके। हमेशा की तरह, आपका धन्यवाद। 🌹
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आभार आपका, प्रिय नैन्सी! अति सुंदर प्रस्तुति🙏🌹🌷
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सचमुच मेरा सौभाग्य ☺️
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🙏❤️🙏
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Ooh. I got chills from this. That sharp turn hits like a prostitute. Hmm… Maybe I should not have let my phone pick the next word, but you get the idea. That sharp turn hits like a pimp. There we go.
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Much better. Gotta love predictive.
Thanks, Nob!
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Dear Nancy,
Such a sad ending I almost hate to “like” it. Nonetheless, a sweet, well written story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, I know what you mean about the ‘like’.
Perhaps seeing his reflection brought her peace.
Thank you for your comments, Rochelle. 🕊️
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This took me back to the post you made about your brother-in-law. Grief is a formidable opponent.
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And it doesn’t fight fair.
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Oh
Oh no. That’s so sad
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I hope she was comforted by his presence. Thanks, Laurie
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Beautiful ❤️ heartbreaking, but beautiful
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Thank you! I like to believe he was there with her …. even in memory only.
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He was there, with her. Who is to say dreams aren’t real? They are real enough in the moment. We’d be lost without them. Such a poignant story.
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Thanks so much, Lisa. I definitely believe in the power of dreams. I’ve had so many deep ones, I will never discount them.
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You’re very welcome, Nancy.
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Oh, my. The twist at the end of your story was perfect. Ouch! Well done!
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Thank you so much, Alicia! Sometimes we are lucky and the inspiration comes!
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My heart skipped a beat here, Nancy. 😇👀😢
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As it was meant to do, Cindy. Sad day for her.
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i suppose nothing lasts forever. enjoy while it lasts.
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Sadly, all things must end, Plaridel.
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Oh, bittersweet. 🥹 Beautiful emotion created in this piece, writer Nancy. 💔
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Thank you so much, Michele. I’m so pleased you think so. ☺️
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😊🌻
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Alas, at least she has that sweet memory! A very moving piece.
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This is true, Anon. Thank you!
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Oh,that’s so sad. Beautifully written.
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Into every life, they say. Thanks so much, Esther.
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A harsh ending, but as Sinatra said, “That’s life.” I loved the Carley Simon song which was new to me.
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That’s so true, Jim. Moonlight Serenade was originally a Glenn Miller hit from the mid-40s. These are the original words but my first time seeing Carly Simon performing it. Glad to know you enjoyed the piece. Thanks, Jim.
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Wonderful, Nancy!
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Thanks much, Liz!
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So very emotive. Well done.
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Thanks very much, Sandra, and thank you for the inspiration.
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I feel this one deeply, my friend. Beautiful write.
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I knew you would, cara mia, and I hesitated, as I always do. In the end, I believe you’d want be to post it. Thank you, mon amie.
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Please, never hesitate. I always love these. Any reminders are wonderful.
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❤️
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💞 And, just so you know, I hesitate every time I write somthing along these lines because I fear being though of as someone who has “not moved forward – I refuse to say “on” – and is stuck. When that is not what it is at all.
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I so get that, my friend. And I’ll repeat what you told me … ‘don’t hesitate’. Someone commented on another of my posts today that we need to ‘get over’ my brother-in-law’s death. I didn’t challenge them on their wording; I chalked it up to them not having the same depth of soul that I have. How’s that for reasoning? 😎
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I don’t. Well, not for long 😉 And yeah, you get over not getting a seat to a show; you do not get over death. Good on you for doing that internal reasoning. I admit to never correcting anyone, either.
However, when someone calls Mick my ex. EX?? Oh, you mean my late husband? smh
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We’re surrounded by assholes, cara mia.
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This is unfortunately true.
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All our loves remain in hearts and memories, if we let ourselves feel, our hearts are big enough. A beautiful, moving story.
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Very true and meaningful comment.
Thanks so much!
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So poignant.
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Thanks very much, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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