I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
[b]There Was that Dance *sigh*[/b]
I must preface this by saying this is a work of fiction and that the events never happened- at least not to me.
It would not have been possible, in whole or in part, without the inspiration of @sagepoet and one of his posts. That post can be read below.
It was interesting taking in part what he had said and roughly following the outline to it but to a much different ending and setting. Very few times do writers inspire me to this point! And yet, I felt as if I had my own tale to tell. He had read a preview copy of this before this posting.
However, on EP, Hongruilin inspired my daily in her writings and muses. She was, and remains and very special person and I so hope she still inspires where she is now-wherever that is.
I do believe, however that we have some good writers here that due to bad nature that stories has to it do not write. I wish that would change and this place would become as it once was at EP in and as much as stories and supporting were.
Please Enjoy!
[c=#BF0080](me writing in the masculine vernacular. I can write both feminine or masculine but I prefer feminine)
[i]I can still remember that night. There was a still sweetness to it. The dance hall, not that far from the beach was full and classical music filled the air as couples moved about. I remember that salt air scent that permeated the dance floor despite there being a touch of chill to the air.
I watched as he approached her and asked for the next dance. He was a gentleman. At least he was dressed as one who was well refined in the arts of being such. He wore a three piece suit with a pastel purple button down shirt that may be called lilac. I could not hear the words but I watched as they left his lips.
She was as I remember her, a charmed beauty that could melt hearts with just one look or one glance. I’ll not say she was schooled in the art of being a lady but to me she was on the night I asked her the same thing on a different dance floor.
Did we stop when the music ended? I really do not know and I have pondered that issue many times over the years. That moment she just felt so right!
I remember walking her to a veranda which overlooked a rather large expanse. We had drinks and talked a part of the night away. She had mentioned the gazebo looking adorable in Spring flowers. I asked if we could walk to it and to that end we did. I believe she was lovelier in the background of the flowers than a dance hall.
Ah! but how time passed the next few weeks! There was a look of love in our eyes and a lightness to our step. Maybe gaiety is a better word? We held hands and talked but never did we kiss. I’l not say that was taboo but it always felt as if that intimate act was reserved-for another time, another place –and perhaps another altogether.
One night that seemed so perfect in all respects I leaned in to kiss her. How I longed to have my lips meet hers in a intense, electric and goosebump inducing moment. As one may know a gentleman never tells so I shall leave it at that but I will say OMG!!! I had found heaven!
And that was my mistake.
I had crossed an unseen line. I had taken that which was not mine to take. I knew it instantly.
It was the last time I would ever see her-until tonight as I watched the courting scene play out in front of me. I watched as she held out her hand and he gently took it and led her to the floor as the music continued. I saw the same contented look on her face, for him, that was for me in another life. Our eyes met. there was a ….distance to our look. The look of approval and acceptance was gone as she sashayed across the floor, graceful as ever.
For a moment I closed my eyes and I was transported back to an earlier time. When love was new and I felt her in my arms as we danced. I could feel the closeness one more time as I breathed her scent in. I remember the veranda and the gazebo where we first interlocked fingers. Even now it all felt so real- so alive-so vibrant.
And for a while, I held her in my arms, as I let my mind wander. It felt as if there was only today and no tomorrow. And I was content with that.
As I opened my eyes I realized how much I missed living in that moment.
I barely had a second to readjust my senses as she sat beside me and took my hand and smiled that same smile….[/i][/c]
The writing that inspired this--https://similarworlds.com/3049810-I-Love-To-Express-Myself-Through-Writing/2347829-I-hear-the-classical-tunes-in-the-background?rid=26586475
I must preface this by saying this is a work of fiction and that the events never happened- at least not to me.
It would not have been possible, in whole or in part, without the inspiration of @sagepoet and one of his posts. That post can be read below.
It was interesting taking in part what he had said and roughly following the outline to it but to a much different ending and setting. Very few times do writers inspire me to this point! And yet, I felt as if I had my own tale to tell. He had read a preview copy of this before this posting.
However, on EP, Hongruilin inspired my daily in her writings and muses. She was, and remains and very special person and I so hope she still inspires where she is now-wherever that is.
I do believe, however that we have some good writers here that due to bad nature that stories has to it do not write. I wish that would change and this place would become as it once was at EP in and as much as stories and supporting were.
Please Enjoy!
[c=#BF0080](me writing in the masculine vernacular. I can write both feminine or masculine but I prefer feminine)
[i]I can still remember that night. There was a still sweetness to it. The dance hall, not that far from the beach was full and classical music filled the air as couples moved about. I remember that salt air scent that permeated the dance floor despite there being a touch of chill to the air.
I watched as he approached her and asked for the next dance. He was a gentleman. At least he was dressed as one who was well refined in the arts of being such. He wore a three piece suit with a pastel purple button down shirt that may be called lilac. I could not hear the words but I watched as they left his lips.
She was as I remember her, a charmed beauty that could melt hearts with just one look or one glance. I’ll not say she was schooled in the art of being a lady but to me she was on the night I asked her the same thing on a different dance floor.
Did we stop when the music ended? I really do not know and I have pondered that issue many times over the years. That moment she just felt so right!
I remember walking her to a veranda which overlooked a rather large expanse. We had drinks and talked a part of the night away. She had mentioned the gazebo looking adorable in Spring flowers. I asked if we could walk to it and to that end we did. I believe she was lovelier in the background of the flowers than a dance hall.
Ah! but how time passed the next few weeks! There was a look of love in our eyes and a lightness to our step. Maybe gaiety is a better word? We held hands and talked but never did we kiss. I’l not say that was taboo but it always felt as if that intimate act was reserved-for another time, another place –and perhaps another altogether.
One night that seemed so perfect in all respects I leaned in to kiss her. How I longed to have my lips meet hers in a intense, electric and goosebump inducing moment. As one may know a gentleman never tells so I shall leave it at that but I will say OMG!!! I had found heaven!
And that was my mistake.
I had crossed an unseen line. I had taken that which was not mine to take. I knew it instantly.
It was the last time I would ever see her-until tonight as I watched the courting scene play out in front of me. I watched as she held out her hand and he gently took it and led her to the floor as the music continued. I saw the same contented look on her face, for him, that was for me in another life. Our eyes met. there was a ….distance to our look. The look of approval and acceptance was gone as she sashayed across the floor, graceful as ever.
For a moment I closed my eyes and I was transported back to an earlier time. When love was new and I felt her in my arms as we danced. I could feel the closeness one more time as I breathed her scent in. I remember the veranda and the gazebo where we first interlocked fingers. Even now it all felt so real- so alive-so vibrant.
And for a while, I held her in my arms, as I let my mind wander. It felt as if there was only today and no tomorrow. And I was content with that.
As I opened my eyes I realized how much I missed living in that moment.
I barely had a second to readjust my senses as she sat beside me and took my hand and smiled that same smile….[/i][/c]
The writing that inspired this--https://similarworlds.com/3049810-I-Love-To-Express-Myself-Through-Writing/2347829-I-hear-the-classical-tunes-in-the-background?rid=26586475
