No More Goodbyes


This was a ten minute writing exercise, so don’t expect Shakespeare …….


He stood inside the church …….. the vast coolness of the building making  him shiver slightly. His friend stood beside him and,  noticing the shiver, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Soft light shone through the beautiful stained glass windows, leaving pools of iridescent colour on the worn stone floor.  The heady scent of roses, violets and lilies-of-the-valley filled the air, overwhelming his senses and making him dizzy.

His friend guided him to the nearest pew and they sat.

Soft music filled the air.  She had chosen the tune and planned the whole day. She was always organising his life and he knew she had left nothing to chance; nothing he need worry about.  All he had to do was be there. Everything would be perfect, that was her way.
People began to fill the church;  murmuring to each other; looking over at him; nodding and smiling in his direction. He caught their glances out of the corner of his eyes and swayed a little under the close scrutiny.  Would he ever become used to being recognised ?
He was almost in a trance now…….. he had never thought this day would arrive.

After today they would never have to say  ” Goodbye ” again.
His mind drifted, filled with memories. It seemed that, over the years,  they were always saying  ” Goodbye “.
Goodbye”   when she had urged him to spread his wings; write his wonderful music and  travel the world for inspiration.  He had not wanted to go but she had been right to encourage him, set him free.

He had become successful and she revelled in his fame ……… pushed him into the limelight while she stayed out of the public glare.
” Goodbye “,  when he went to the premieres and awards events ………..where he was photographed with young starlets and celebrities.  She had watched him on TV and glowed with pride …….. thrilled that his talent was being celebrated.

She had always had faith in him and knew he would return whenever he could. Return to her and walk through meadows of wildflowers, stroll beside  sparkling streams.  Meet in woods carpeted with bluebells; lay amongst the fragrant blooms and forget about the world. A safe haven, where he could relax and be himself.
Goodbye “,  when he moved to New York,  to join the prestigious orchestra and she was, once again, left behind.

They were victims of their circumstances; living in separate worlds; having to bow to convention.  Back then, people would not have understood about their relationship. ….the  age  thing ……. the differences between them…………Back then every phone call was filled with longing and always ended with that hated word   ” Goodbye “
The vicar slowly approached and gently spoke to him.  He came out of his reverie, back to reality, back to today. He stood up as the beautiful music soared and filled the church and he thought he would faint…………. He knew she was here.
The coffin was slowly carried to the sacred place in front of the altar. It was covered in the flowers she had loved .

Roses, violets and lily-of-the-valley.
This was their final  ” Goodbye “.



About rosiewrites2

Growing old, disgracefully and enjoying every minute.
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2 Responses to No More Goodbyes

  1. Wendy Groombridge says:

    Sad but beautiful.


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