London Girl
I still have that photo somewhere, the one of you dancing on the bandstand in your new purple coat and matching lipstick, the day you had your hair bleached and shaved. You said people gave way to you on the tube and you kind of liked it. But then you never knew your own power.
Saw you once by chance, years later from the top of a bus and it still set my heart beating like a big bass drum. Don’t know why, but I let you slip away so easily, like a snatch of melody carried on the breeze.
M J Lewis ©2015
I wasn’t going to post this week (off to a college reunion and very busy) but then the muse of lost love and nostalgia visited – must be something in the air. For more Friday Fiction please click on the LINK. Thanks to our ever-attentive host Rochelle and to David Stewart for the photo.
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Beautifully nostalgic. I love the last line. 🙂
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I like it.
maybe “bass” instead of “base”?
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Indeed – maybe certainly!
Thanks so much for saving me from homophone corner – two of us read it so I guess it was a double-base.
Glad you liked it!
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Hindsight can be quite sad. Delightful.
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Indeed. I never believed Edith Piaf – we all have regrets.
Thanks for your comments.
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Sounded quite a catch – shame the line broke
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Loved your story Rosey – made me want to sing along. Couldn’t get my comment to stick – seemed to be going around in a loop!
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Like the way you used the muscial theme of the photo for metaphors in your story…Well done.
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Thanks! Apart from embarrassingly getting my base and bass mixed up (gratefully saved by Mr Mick Lively), I wanted the whole thing to be kind of like a song – that captured moment – as well as using the musical theme in the way you describe.
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To a music illiterate like me the difference between base and bass was lost anyway 🙂
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I tell you, MJ, goosebumps every time I read your work. You capture such a depth each and every time. Loved it.
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Greatly appreciated – thank you. 🙂
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I liked it all.
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i can almost see her, great description, wonderful story.
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Loved the purple coat and hair and the tube and not knowing one’s own power and the passing of time and . . . perhaps I should just say I liked every bit of this. Alicia
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I loved the story – again! You captured the essence of the theme beautifully, lyrically and romantically and even reached a crescendo!
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Wow! Thanks so much. 🙂
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Hi again Ms Oracle – just realised your mysterious identity! You are up early!
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So sad. Great images – good story.
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Dear Ms. Lewis,
A remarkably adroit tale of love and loss in London. Very nicely crafted.
Aloha,
Doug
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There’s the title for the novel – Love and Loss in London! I always look forward to your comments – thank you, Doug.
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Dear MJ,
Hair bleached and shaved? Definitely a lasting image. Nicely done.
shalom,
Rochelle
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New York, Paris, Milan for the catwalk fashion but London (and especially 1980’s London and the now defunct Kensington Market) for the street fashion…
Glad you visited for a bit of British styling/nostalgia. 🙂
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Some things just slip through our fingers.. I can see her, a perfect image.
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This is great – really melancholy – and well written. ‘Let slip away like a melody on the breeze…’ excellent.
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Love this one too.
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