
The afternoon sprawled like a lazy dog in the little town. Sweat trickled down my back as I raced from the sun-scoured piazzas to the shade of the whitewashed alleys. She was not there. Had I imagined her, loping tall and bronzed into the taverna, swinging a leg over the chair beside me? Was our perfect closeness a dream?
At the harbourside, the taverna keeper passed me a message scrawled on a scrap of paper.
Some moments are so perfect they deserve to be protected from life’s corrosion.
Love
Philippa.
The ferry hooted as the mooring ropes fell away.
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They say holiday romances are best left behind, but this story deserves to be read and read again and again, I like it. Mike
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Thanks Mike
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Ahh, and she slips away just as the ferry does. I absolutely love that metaphor in the first line – just perfect.
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Dear Neil,
This left me feeling disappointed for him. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle
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I like the word “hooted.” It makes it seem that the ferry is mocking him.
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That was the sensation I’d hoped to create, along with the slipped mooring ropes being the severing of their connection
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Beautiful, just beautiful.
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Thanks so much
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I think sometimes a treasured memory is worth more than a life corroded… but I think we might miss an opportunity for something better.
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That was Philippa’s dilemma. Nobody will ever know if her decision was right
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I love this very much.
It evokes the image of pirates, sailors and lusty hearts.
This line is perfect ‘The afternoon sprawled like a lazy dog in the little town’
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Thanks so much
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Great story Neil. There is wisdom in her words although I get the impression he will remember her long after she has forgotten him!
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Or perhaps they’ll both remember each other, perfect and incorruptible
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Hopefully!
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Evocative and moving!
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Thanks, Paula
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Loved the first line, and the atmosphere you created throughout. I could feel the heat in more ways than one. The only thing that jarred with me was ‘swinging a leg over the chair’. That sounded to me more like the kind of thing a guy does. But that’s probably just the ‘lady’ in me. 😉
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you may be right about the leg. Thanks, Sandra
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She wanted no ties, I suppose!
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Worse, she didn’t even want them to begin
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Beautifully told tale of romance and loss, Neil!
Very symbolic how those mooring ropes “fell away.” Her explanation is beautiful but alas, I don’t agree with her sentiment, and yet … sigh!
Poor guy!
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Thanks so much
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Philippa’s words strike me as the excuse of someone who is avoiding commitment! I think the swinging leg reinforces this attitude in her. She’s not bothered!! A great piece of writing. I loved it.
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Thanks Edith. You could be right about Philippa, but I assess her less harshly.
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She may be wise in that decision, but what a frustrating way to leave it for him. I have a feeling he may always wonder what might have been.
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Your descriptions of place and person were brilliant. I was captivated for a perfect moment.
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Thanks. So was Philippa
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Ooo, there’s more to this story.
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Ships in the night…
Loved the first line!
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the first sentence was good enough. great post
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/07/the-witch-prompt-jan-marlermorrill-i.html
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Thanks
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I’ve gotten letters like this before — they don’t soften the blow, either. “Ya been dumped, baby!”
I loved the feel of the story, the desperation, the atmosphere, everything. I felt I was there. You put me in and kept me in.
Bravo, Neil! Five out of five barstools.
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Thanks, William
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I love that first line! Great story.
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Thanks Clare
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Some moments are so perfect they deserve to be protected from life’s corrosion.
Oh, what a lovely line! Something to live by.
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Some people have felt that Philippa was just avoiding commitment. I’m really interested in how differently this has been seen
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A lost love a sweet memory. Too painful to give up.
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Also too painful to have the love. She preserves the memory of the possibility by denying the reality
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Ah yes. I see that now.
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Just with this first sentence you create the perfect atmosphere for this story. I wish I could do that. 🙂 And since you asked: I see Philippa as one of these women who know how to keep up a guy’s interest. She is mysterious and elusive. He knows her name, he knows the ferry she took, and with some effort he could find out more–but is she worth it? In any case, great story.
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He thinks she’s definitely, but if her pursues her he may ruin the precious connection they established. She may be right about what she says in her note. Thanks for the praise. It’s always great to hear
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What a lovely story, Neil, and beautifully told.
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Thanks, Jan
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Oho…the idea of a fling and then slipping out, too late for the man to catch up as Philippa leaves on the ferry. A well crafted short tale. I felt it all. Excellent work.
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Thanks Miles
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Is this the type of story in which they meet decades later as senior citizens?
On another note, concerning corrosion, I say “Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.”
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Yes, Philippa is a lady of rare and strong views on life
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Wonderfully bitter-sweet tale Neil. The first sentence was brilliant, perfectly setting up the town and the season in so few words.
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Thanks so much
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Lovely
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Oh. Poor man. He’s fallen for the wrong lady. I can feel his pain, and I love how you’ve used the image of the ferry leaving and all the symbolism in there. Great story.
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Thanks, Margaret
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It was a lovely way to say goodbye, but it was goodbye all the same. It seems it wasn’t meant to be. Great writing, Neil. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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I like how you played with the feeling that this wasn’t real, yet she wants to preserve the memory. Interesting read.
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Thanks Emily
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Excellent! Left me a little sad.
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