Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Jeff Arnold for his lovely photo prompt.
REMEMBER
Remember, there was the buzz of the theatre bar, in the interval, happy gossip, press of bodies. Times in the café, disco dancing, a sing-song, a picnic on the beach…’will you rub sunscreen on my back ?’ An actual cocktail party not a virtual one, where you stoop to pick up a dropped olive and can’t find it.
A face close enough to hear the sigh, see the freckles, touch the soft skin. The right way of living for us is changed. For now, better to remember how things were, how it could be again.
April 11, 2020 at 5:55 am
I bet it will take quite a while before people are comfortable enough to get back to “normal” again. Nice piece!
April 12, 2020 at 10:35 am
Thank you Ali, so glad you liked it. I think you are right about re-claiming ‘normal’.
April 10, 2020 at 7:43 pm
Beautifully written! I hope we can all return to these memories soon!
April 12, 2020 at 10:42 am
Thank you, pleased you liked the story.
April 10, 2020 at 3:10 pm
Life has a way of going on, with or without us. This too shall pass. And I do not mean to diminish or dismiss the suffering and death of thousands around the world. Every death matters, every life counts.
April 12, 2020 at 10:48 am
I appreciate your comment Linda. These circumstances do give us pause for wider reflection.
April 10, 2020 at 7:12 am
It will seem allt he sweeer when we can return to these scenes.
April 12, 2020 at 5:20 pm
Thanks Sandra– I do agree, even going to a cafe will feel like a special occasion.
April 10, 2020 at 12:15 am
Beautifully done, Francine. We will do all of that again.
April 12, 2020 at 6:22 pm
Thank you Dale, so pleased you liked the story.Sure we will.
April 9, 2020 at 9:49 pm
We’re a resilient species. We’ve survived plagues before. We’ll survive this. Unfortunately, not all of us, but we’ll find that scene you’ve depicted again.
April 12, 2020 at 6:32 pm
Thanks for your comment, strange times we are in,
April 9, 2020 at 8:57 pm
Dear Francine,
We can but hope. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
April 12, 2020 at 6:37 pm
Thank you Rochelle, Let us hope so, indeed.
April 9, 2020 at 8:45 pm
Perhaps the new normal will be a better normal. I remain hopeful.
Tracey
April 12, 2020 at 6:44 pm
Thank you Tracey. I find that an intriguing idea. Let’s see.
April 9, 2020 at 7:49 pm
Wonderfully wistful, P, an elegant piece of writing.
April 12, 2020 at 6:46 pm
Thank you ceayr, I’m glad you liked it.You are right, it is wistful.
April 9, 2020 at 6:28 pm
I do wonder if we will ever get back to this as being the normal way of life. Time will tell!
April 12, 2020 at 6:54 pm
Yes, these times are new for us, Iain. Thanks.
April 9, 2020 at 5:03 pm
Which we will live again… or I want my money back 🙂 🙂 🙂
April 13, 2020 at 10:31 am
Thanks Crispina – great comment !
April 13, 2020 at 12:12 pm
I’m an optimist with a joy for life 🙂
April 9, 2020 at 4:53 pm
Beautifully evoked. Just to go and share a brunch again with my friends. What I wouldn’t give for that
April 13, 2020 at 10:33 am
Thanks so much Neil, much appreciated. Brunch with friends – what a joy.
April 9, 2020 at 4:05 pm
What a mood of nostalgia. It’s really fluently written, and I love the detail “where you stoop to pick up a dropped olive and can’t find it.” That adds such realism to the story.
April 13, 2020 at 10:40 am
Thank you Penny, so glad you liked the detail. A friend told me that he’d been to a virtual cocktail party, so the olive dropping ca,e to my mind. Guess there’s a possible theme there ? When virtual meets actual ?