copyright-Sarah Ann Hall
Stone pillars, wrought iron gate, and overgrown vegetation. Seems strange, only a few years ago, lovers danced in this courtyard.
Music filled the air as fireflies lit the surrounding fields. Victoria and Andre held each other close, though it was sweltering. Sweat dripped from his forehead, slow like honey. Her lips caught the moisture as it flowed to his cheek. Holding fast, and enraptured, they cared not about the other dancers. Hands groped, and young bodies shivered.
All that remains of those times are the phantom strains of love songs, carried by the hot summer wind.
100 Words
Genre: Romance
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Kudos and criticisms are most welcome. Bring it on.
Really enjoyed this, as I always enjoy your writing.
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/05/15/friday-fictioneers-5172013-genre-horror-humorous-pg13/
Hi Scott, you know I’ll read yours. I’m so happy you liked mine. XOXOXOXOXXO
Beautiful write…
Thank you my sweet.
Phantom strains of love songs…I can near them.
That’s exactly what I was going for. I could hear them too. I still can.
I’m glad you recognized my typo as a typo 😉
Of course. 😉
Lovely as always, darling. Your prose is full of sensual descriptors — music, fireflies, the heat, the sweat like honey, hands groping, bodies shivering — such an experience.
Glad you liked it honey. I’ll be sure to read yours. I’m so thankful I could finally write something, and make you feel it.
Dear Renee,
So glad you posted this week. No grammar critiques from me. Well written and sensual without tell too much. Poignant.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
Thanks for the kind comment. I’m glad you liked it. I’ve been struggling so much for the last couple of weeks. Not sure where the story came from. Happy it made an appearance though. I always appreciate your comments and criticism.
Fondly,
Renee
Lovely!
Thanks my sweet.
Love the sweat being slow like honey and I also like the way you showed how faded and forgotten the site is at present by bringing its past so vibrantly to life.
I’m trying to “like” but I must have hit the iPad screen 10 times. I’ll try to “like” again another day.
No reason to like since you gave a glowing comment. Thanks so much!!!
Wonderful…I could hear the music…
Thank you my dear. That’s what I was going for. 🙂
Lovely, descriptive writing. How sad that both the love and the beautiful scenery have have been overcome by the passage of time.
I’m glad you liked it Jan. I was hoping you felt the story, like I did. Thanks for reading it.
Oy! That’s really sexy. I loved your descriptions. They give me shivers of delight. Nice going!
Thank you. I’m so happy you could feel the story.
Must … have … more! Love it, LOVE it!
You flatter me. Thank you. Giggle.
I read the other comments (one doesn’t wish to plagiarise) and realised I might have to, because it occurred to me that I could hear the music and I could see the fireflies. That doesn’t always happen when I read a story.
Your disclaimer had me worried though because I’m twelve…well, that’s what my mother always told me: When are you going to grow up? You’re behaving like a twelve-year-old!
Lyn,
Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m glad that you were able to hear the music and see the fireflies. I most certainly could when I was writing. I think I’d like to to complete their story. I bet Andre and Victoria have quite a story to tell.
I do write erotica, but not all of the time. I try to be multifaceted. 🙂 I’m also a 12 year old. A 12 year old boy. Hahahahahaahaha!
Renee
P/S how remiss of me…I meant to say, thank you for deciding to follow my blog The Call of the Pen. I hope you won’t be disappointed.
I’m sure I will love it. I will do my very best to read your blog. I will read your FF stories every Friday for sure.
Wonderfully sensuous… you write so descriptively delicious..
My dear Lily, thank you. That’s what I was going for. So glad you liked it.
this was beautiful
Thank you so much. It tickles me to death that you liked it.
Nice! Very romanticle, even!
Honey it’s sad too. Obviously the love affair was over along with the music and the overgrowth of the courtyard.
Sis, romanticle can’t be so, without the sadness – or at least the potential for it – as well, right?
And the descriptive nature within your writing is phenomenal – really coming into bloom!
Thank you dear brother. Speaking of bloom, you’ll love the new story I’m going to post in a few. About lilacs, loss and love.
I like how your mix the romance with nostalgia in this piece.. and just maybe the memories are painted in slightly brighter colours as it should be… after all the ticks and mosquitous are forgotten… 🙂
That’s so very true Bjorn. Who the hell would want to remember the ticks and skeeters? True romance calls for only the fondness of the memories, not the bugs. If I included the bugs, it would have been a comedy. 🙂
Sweet evocation of days gone by, nicely done.
Thanks so much. I do appreciate your comment.
This is so evocative. Love that last line – the phantom strains of love songs, carried by the hot summer wind.
I’m so happy you liked it. I kinda did too.
Sweetly romantic! Lovely scene1
Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.
Lovely story. I like this … phantom strains of love songs, carried by the hot summer wind.
‘Wind’ is a great word for conveying a sense of invisible forces at work. (It IS an invisible force, of course). Here it’s carrying the past into the present.
WOW! Thank you so much for your comment. That’s exactly what I was going for. Bringing the past into the present.
🙂