Around the lamp post we spun, you and I, as the rain came down drenching us in magic and merry oblivion. We made promises of eternal love and togetherness, vowing never to stop dancing in the rain.
Then the sun came out, drying out the rain, obliterating all traces of our childishness, and in the harsh light of day we saw only practicality. Life happened as life does.
Yet even now when the rain is falling and the night twinkles, a little child peeps out from her hiding place, and yearns to dance around that lamp post again.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge of 15th December
A lovely wistfulness
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Such memories remain forever. Delightful .
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Glad you liked it
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Enjoyed the mixing up of the seasons – rain is positive and full of life in this, normally it’s the sun that would represent that. Nicely done.
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Thank you
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I love that story. Beautiful imagery and a delightful blend of emotions.
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Thank you for reading
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Absolutely loved that! Thank you.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you for your kind words
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Dear Sheena
Such a lovely tale. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you so much
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Like the story and loved the ending
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So glad you liked it
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Evocative. Really liked this one.
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Thanks
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I love the line: Life happened as life does.
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Thank you for appreciating
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The wishful intensity looms large in this piece. We should all keep that naivety and innocence of youth for more than a rainy day.
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That would be nice, wouldn’t it!
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Makes me think of being a child again.. dancing in the rain.
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You’ve got to let the kid inside wrestle power every now and then 😀
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