Paris 1940
There was still the smell of cigars on her coat
as she took that one last walk. The dinner party at the little bistro in
Neuilly had been everything she’d hoped it would be. Somewhere over by the
woods she could hear a wind chime; its one last defiance in playing a pretty
tune. They would be here soon and it was the reason they had all departed
early. The army was on the outskirts of Paris and soon she would no longer be
welcome in her city. There was a distant cry of ‘Vive La France’ and she wept.
A Street
Both he and the Sun rose
early in those days. An empty street and a full life lay in front of him and
the potential tasted so sweet; anything and everything was possible. The smell
of rain on the sidewalk lifted his spirits even higher. It made him feel like running
but instead he just stood and looked up at the apartment where his life had
changed in the last few hours. It was his final walk alone and nothing would ever
be the same. It was as beautiful as they said it would be, he had fallen in love.
A Farewell
He had never meant it to
happen, they would have to be clear on that point. It had been an accident, a
grade one accident, pure and simple. He hadn’t seen her step out of the trees
but then maybe he’d been driving a little too fast, only a little mind, not
enough to have done all that damage. And no, don’t insult him, of course he
hadn’t been drinking, a beer and that didn’t count. It had been Harry’s
farewell and he was expected to be sociable. He sadly wondered what his father
would have said about it all.
East Germany 1962
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Her brother had disappeared
into the army and had never returned, so when her mother had finally shut her lost
eyes, she felt that maybe it was time for her to have a life. To find a husband
and if it wasn’t too late (although she thought it probably was) to raise a
family. That was the plan and so she found it hard to understand why she was
taking the old road out of town that morning in ’62. She was going to try and
go over the Wall into the West. There, she heard, the sun always shone.
Feeling Like A Million
If he got to the end of the
street without seeing another person then he’d tell her, for sure. I mean, she
deserved to know that he’d won 100 million on the lottery. Hadn’t she brought
up his kids? Their kids. Hadn’t she stuck by him when things were tough? But
then he’d forgiven her when she’d run away to Myrtle Beach with that pastor. And
this morning, hadn’t she called him a worthless individual? Still, she'd improved, she didn’t hit him much anymore. He was just at the end of the street when he met
Mrs Tully. Shame. :-)
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