Melancholic Tuesday
In the library old men play at chess; polite handshakes, gently murmured notes of victory and defeat.
I take the long way home, darkness at five o’clock. Empty pavements, October roses, soft tread on leaves that smell of childhood. Past lighted sitting rooms, bonfire night poster tied to railings. Could be the sixties but for the old hospital newly converted; cars sit in ambulance bays, fitted kitchen where once the night nurse penned a love letter in a circle of soft light.
You never wanted to be an old man, gave up chess; never owned a dressing gown.
Well, you got your wish.
Miranda Lewis 2018
I love this time of year. The garden has (almost) been put to bed, clocks have gone back and ’tis the season for night walking and glancing into lighted windows – for the melancholic, to be fitted in between Hallowe’en and the first, way-too-cheerful Christmas trees going up.
As it’s Wednesday welcome to Friday Fiction hosted as ever by the writer Rochelle. Thanks to Jeff Arnold for the photo, to all who visit and most especially to those who stay to comment.
And if you fancy a quick melancholic read my novella, Dream Girl, is still staggeringly good value at only 99p. Who says nothing stays the same?
Melancholic indeed, this season lends itself to these sort of tales. Nicely done. Must check out your novella 🙂
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Thanks Iain!
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Very atmospheric, wistful melancholia. I enjoyed this
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Thanks Sandra. I do love the word wistful….
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loved the leaves that smelled like childhood
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Thanks for joining me on an autumnal walk.
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You wove such a gentle, atmospheric tale. The final lines really got to me. Beautifully done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks Susan. Not really fiction at all, as you might have guessed.
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Today has been a lovely autumnal day, made even better by reading your flash.
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What a lovely comment! Thank you. Enjoy the season.
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This was such a lovely walk you took us on.
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Hi Dale. Thanks for joining me.
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Age is in mind, many wise men say. So if someone doesn’t want to be an old man, that is his choice. Why give up chess? Is it because only old men play? For some reason he is melancholic. This too will pass.
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The ‘I’ went walking, thinking about the ‘you’ who never got to be an old man. One of the many things the ‘I’ never asked was why the ‘you’ gave up chess. But that of course is only one of many possible interpretations!
Thanks for walking here for a while.
You’re right about age. Those old men in the library possibly feel like boys as they play.
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Sad story. Memories stirred. Lovely writing.
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Indeed, I think Autumn is a good time for remembering, taking stock. Thanks for visiting.
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A very nicely-set scene. I could see both present and past when you talked about the hospital.
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Those old converted buildings are strange. I guess you probably have to forget about the past if you live in one. Heard Carol Anne Duffy talk about her father dying in her old school that is now a rest home, and the strangeness of that.
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So much in this to like – but my favourite reference was to the night nurse writing a love letter in the circle of soft light. Somehow those immeasurably important hospital buildings seem diminished by becoming residential. Your piece came across like your own love letter to somebody.
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I suppose at least people are living in these buildings. Sometimes they turn into offices or shops.
My own love letter…you could say that!
Thanks for your lovely comment.
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I felt I was walking and watching with you. Wonderfully descriptive.
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Thanks Keith!
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Dear Miranda,
I love this time of the year, too. I enjoyed walking with you in this wistfully beautiful tale. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Now there are quite a few people walking along that empty pavement – all welcome of course!
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I love melancholia… the season is perfect for that, and it’s way better than deep depression… Just walking outside at this time of the year can be darkly comforting.
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Darkly comforting – absolutely. The comfort of melancholia and nostalgia. And indeed different from depression. But you must perfect melancholia with your even darker days!
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Strong sense of nostalgia and loss. I could easily picture the old men, the chess games, the October roses, and the radical change in the old hospital. Wistful piece of writing.
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Thanks for your lovely comment.
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wistful is a good word for this – well done
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Thank you! Didn’t see this as wordpress put it into spam – tut, tut wordpess! Thanks for your comment.
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thanks for rescuing my comment
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Very atmospheric. Good luck with your book too!
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Thank you. Only 99p or equivalent!
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Have put it on the to-read list. 🙂
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So many hospitals have been closed down, tuned into flats, how the hell are we going to survive. I loved this, really affecting, nicely done
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I think you might be in Edinburgh? (Where my daughter lives.) Also a good place for dark atmospheric walks. Thanks for visiting.
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I have just returned from Edinburgh! My cousin lives there and I have just written a trilogy of Edinburgh types. See my blog, the most recent posts, part 3 has got about 30 minutes to go then we’re done!!
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I’ll hop over and have a read. Edinburgh is definitely a good place for both writers and interesting characters. Have you read any 44 Scotland Street novels? Good fun reads!
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No I haven’t, it’s a really wonderful place to sit and people watch, unfortunately kids do t see sitting as a viable alternative to mucking about!! And they are barred from interesting pubs
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I love this line- fitted kitchen where once the night nurse penned a love letter in a circle of soft light. The story is full of beautiful imagery. I gotta check out your novella. I am also quite prone to melancholic thoughts, therefore, I could connect with the vivid images you have drawn with your words.
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Thanks for the visit and do check out the book!
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Your descriptions of a fall evening are spot on. And the old men playing chess. Well, well done.
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Thanks Alicia. Nice to hear from you!
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I’m way behind this week! No excuses.
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I like it when people keep posting and reading over the weekend – over and done by ten o’clock Wednesday isn’t my style!
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I agree there is something about the early evening atmosphere especially at this time of year that lends itself to melancholia. I particularly find it if I catch the smell of coal fires from house chimneys, perhaps because there aren’t as many now as there were when I was young
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I can smell those chimneys! Perhaps the darkness lends itself to heightening the other senses and also brings the sense of being enclosed in memories and melancholia. Those pavements are now pretty busy with Friday Fiction writers enjoying the season!
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Found your book on US Amazon
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Thanks Dawn!
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