Come along and guess the song!

Twice a week, I will post a very short story. Not just any ole story, but a story based on a popular love song or piece of art. This song could be from any decade, the only criteria being that it was and is well known both here in the UK and across the Pond.

Do you recognise it? Have a guess and let me know. It would also be fun to hear if this is what you thought the story behind the song was or did you have something totally different in your imagination?

I'll let you know the answer in my next blog post (I hope to post on Tuesdays and Fridays so as not to leave you too long to wait :) )

The song from Friday was Careless Whispers, George Michael. Sigh, I loved that song. I know this is all quite subjective, but hey, it’s all a bit of fun too. I am researching and looking for songs that seem to defy genres and times. So take a look at this one, it’s not obvious so there are some lyrics left intact.

Have fun!

Here's today’s, Tuesday the 23rd October. The next post will be on Friday.

He turned the corner, head lowered against the wind and rain and saw her, battling the elements to open her car door. Fumbling with her keys, they eventually fell into the gutter. She made a desperate bid to catch them, loosening her grip on her shopping so that it, too, followed the way of the keys. 

She looked as though she was about to join them.

He ran over and scooped her bedraggled items up, found the keys and opened her car door.

Relief lightened her face as she gazed at him before uncertainty caused her to drop her gaze.  

Reaching out, he gently touched her face, wanting to pull her into his arms. 

Hold her for a million years.  

She smiled a regretful smile, yet a deeper emotion glimmered in her blue eyes.

That night, he watched the stars come out and thought of her. Were those pretty eyes shedding tears, tears that no-one was there to dry.  If it meant not eating, turning black and blue, for her he would do it.   He knew there was nothing that he wouldn’t do.

 For her. 

A night spent tossing and turning didn’t help her make her decision. At 4am, she had risen and made a hot drink, allowing the confusion and regret to rage in her, a rolling sea of emotions.

Could they make it work?  The wind rattled around her little house, making her jump. Was it time for change?

She knew that there was nothing that he wouldn’t do. 

But was it enough?