At her age, she had never expected to find the man of her dreams but here he was, standing before her and, better yet, he was smiling and that beautiful smile was only for her. All her life Sarah had been overlooked or, worse, ignored; she was unassuming, deeply sensitive and incredibly kind but she was plain and she knew it. She always described herself as nondescript; her hair lacked bounce or shine, her eyes were a clear blue but small, her nose far too strong for her face and her mouth a tiny rosebud. No individual feature was unappealing but together they just didn’t work.
The man before her, on the other hand was, in her opinion, magnificent. His hair was very dark, almost black, his eyes twinkled a deep green and his smile, oh that smile! The crows feet and the lines at the corner of his mouth showed her, immediately, that he was someone who laughed a lot, who loved life and Sarah was drawn to him in a way she’d never felt before. It was for this reason that she felt no hesitation when he held out his hand to her; she rose from her seat and walked into his arms. A perfect gentleman, he put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder and then he led her into a dance. Sarah moved with an easy grace that was new to her. She had always been, what her mother referred to as, ‘cack handed’ but with this man guiding her steps she felt as though she was floating.
“Will you stay with me Sarah?” his deep, melodious voice floated on the air and delivered the words that she had longed to hear for so many years. They were filled with the desire to really know her. She looked into his eyes and saw her face reflected there but, for the first time, she did not shy away from the image because, in his eyes, she was beautiful.
“I will stay with you gladly Michael” As she said the words she tried to remember when he had told her his name but she just couldn’t recall, how strange! ‘No matter’ she thought. Their dance ended as her body twirled around his, their fingertips just touching, her skirt flowed around her legs and she laughed with the joy of it all.
“Shall we go?” Michael asked her when she glided to a halt before him. He took both her hands in his and smiled; she was ready to go anywhere with this man and she walked with him gladly into the darkness.
David sat beside Sarah’s bed, her frail hand in his, and he wept. He had loved this woman for 50 of his 75 years and now she was gone. Painfully shy, he had never summoned the courage to tell her how he felt and now he cursed his weakness. Just before she died, Sarah’s face had lit up; he would have given anything for her to look at him like that, just once. He supposed he should be grateful for the fine friendship they’d had for all those years but it was to late now; she was with the angels. All he had left were his memories and, now, a profound sense of loss, for her and for the love that they’d never shared.
I’ve never taken part in a Blog Battle before but was intrigued by the challenge set by Jaye and Anita (do pop over and visit their blog, I am sure they’d love to see you) so this is my offering.
Lisa x
Oh, so sad…
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you 😊 x
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The Blog battle challenge isn’t ours, we are participants. We posted the instructions to encourage others, and very glad you took up the challenge. Don’t forget to leave your link on the Blog battle site!
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Oh damn! I missed that 🙄 OK thanks I’ll do that 😊 XX
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No worries!
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It’s not often a story can encompass sadness and happiness in such a balanced way. I love this Lisa. Well done!
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Ah bless you Peter, thanks so much for those kind words 😊xxx
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Such a lovely story.
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Thanks Sadje 😊 x
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You’re welcome 😊
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Brilliant!
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Thank you 😊 x
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I saw this yesterday Lisa, but got cinfused. I didn’t know what a Blog Battle was, so kind if left it aline. However, I came back this morning to see if you had pisted anything, and came back to thus again, and re-read it. Lol I am easily confused these days. It is a brilliant story, but then you are sych a brilliant story teller that I know to exect it now. Such paradixucal things here. Beautiful but oh so sad. Great, Lisa xx
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Thanks Lorraine, you are so kind :O) xx
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Well I came over to your site today because I was a bit concerned as you didn’t seem to be pisting quite as much and just was a bit worried that you might be under the weather xo
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Bless you Lorraine, no not under the weather, just one of those days xxx
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I understand, had a few if ‘em myself too. Glad yoy’re not ill or anything though. Much much love to you xo
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Back at you my friend :O) x
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Xo
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What a beautiful, poignant story! Tears of joy and sadness… ❤️
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Thanks so much for your lovely comment :O) x
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beautiful! I really think this was incredible lisa! xo
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Thanks Carol Ann, that’s really kind of you 😊 x
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I enjoyed this story!! Well done!
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Very kind, thank you :O)
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A lovely piece! Glad to see you join the #BlogBattle. Last month was my first time participating and it’s a great group of bloggers. A 50 year friendship is beautiful in its own way. I’m sure, after all of those years, she must have known how he felt.
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Thank you, it was fun 😊
Yes you’re right it is but I think people are often oblivious to the feelings of others if they’re not vocalised…x
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That is beautiful but also very sad.
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Thank you 😊
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