"Their mournful tolling rattles my bones," she whispered. I held her hand, my tears falling.
"It was an early morning, a fine spring day--my beloved came home."
"In a box he lay, his uniform so carefully pressed. He is still my love, nonetheless. He looked only sleeping, yet did not respond to my kisses.
My tears would not wake him."
"My heart went into that grave with him. Yet here he stands, that we may walk together once again."
She held out her hand, and I pray they wander still.
“The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight.” Use that with 100 words. I was reading about the Battle of the Somme, and this just sorta came with that.
Beautifully sad...
ReplyDeleteVery evocative... is there more to the story (remaining untold because of the word limit)? :)
ReplyDeleteSuch sadness, with a hopeful promise of reunion. I like the sympathetic tears of the narrator. That's exactly how I would feel!
ReplyDeleteI know, I would be bawling my head off.
DeleteThe dialogue is almost like an old song or rhyme... love the cadence of it.
ReplyDelete(Cameron, by the way... my Google credentials didn't work)
DeleteSad, sweet...nice work beebeesworld
ReplyDeleteSuch a bittersweet moment, and you put it together so well.
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant. I do hope they are happy together! LM x
ReplyDeleteOh that was powerful and sad - what a punch it packed. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo sad and haunting. You were able, with a few words, to evoke a sense of loss and hope.
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