Breathless

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100 Word Flash Fiction

Breathless

I fell under her spell at first glance; a gamine debutante and a ragged jazz player with no future. As our story unfolded, the music allowed no divide, every mournful note of her violin was answered by the soulful sigh of my sax.

The air in the bandstand sparkled and we were one. Her bow and my breath, would collide, creating magic.

The symphony of our lives was a treasure until the last stanza. My Mary was laid to rest today. No music can reach me. The band may play on but I am breathless and she and her violin will always mourn.

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42 responses to “Breathless

  1. Beautiful how the music and their life intertwines in this story…Glad they got to the last Stanza!

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  2. what a love story

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  3. I just love the metaphor and use of language: excellent!

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  4. Dear Tracey,

    Did you write this wonderful story while basking in the Maui’s sweet sunshine and balmy breezes? At the end of your tale I felt myself hesitate and begin to tear up, so perfectly did you tug at my heartstrings. Their music lives in my heart now, and yours too. Very well written.

    If you get a chance, look to the east and wave. I’ll be watching you.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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    • Doug,
      Yes, too bad I can’t stay. The words and the music flow more easily here. I know why you live in paradise. I’m glad you felt the pull of my words. I hope my protagonist finds his breath once more. Thinking of anyone sleeping under a gazebo leaves me breathless. Good take on the prompt this week.
      Mahalo, Tracey

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  5. Dear Tracey,

    Musical and poignant. I’m captured by a well-played violin every time and a well-written story. You’ve certainly given us the latter. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. This is so beautiful and heart touching. I truly felt I could hear music as I read your story. A mourning violin and breathless tears.

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  7. Michael B. Fishman

    You had me smiling and falling in love with images of a gamine jazz violinist and then you made me cry with your last four sentences…

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  8. Tracey this is just perfect. You hit the romantic in me straight away and I imagined them dancing to their own music though the years. What a great start to my Friday! – Dee

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  9. a gamine debutante, a ragged jazz player – My favorite line although all of this is pitch perfect.

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  10. Pitch perfect, nice praise for a love’s song. Thanks Alicia.
    Tracey

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  11. a beautiful and moving tribute to a life well played.

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  12. Beautiful love story. Just “Soulful sigh of my sax” alone says so much.

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  13. i’m a little confused on who really died. was it him or her? “she was laid to rest” and yet he “was breathless.” perhaps the “laid to rest” was a metaphor? because “she and her violin will always mourn.” regardless, it was a beautiful love story.

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    • In the literal sense, she is dead. In the ethereal sense, she will always mourn the fact that he will never play again. In my world, “laid to rest” always means burial but I can see how that could be confused with setting aside a person or a musical instrument or perhaps a love. Thank you for making me see my words through your eyes. He is breathless because grief “takes your breath away” and he refuses to play.
      Tracey

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  14. Ah, so sad. Beautiful portrayal of a lifelong love affair. Love the musical references.

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  15. I liked that a lot but am a bit daft and as Paridel, require an explanation, ma’am.

    “and she and her violin will always mourn.”

    SHE? Is that his breath ( I’d have used it if so )?
    Or is it really she in which case she and her violin will -be mourned-?
    Or should it simply be me as in the narrator?
    Maybe a coma after breathless and then :
    my sax and her violin will always mouth?

    Sorry for the bothersome inquiry, I hope it’s only my inability to catch artistic expression that’s at fault, Tay.

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    • The inquiry is not bothersome. I appreciate the discussion. She is Mary and she is dead. He is breathless because his grief is so painful that he can’t breathe. I have experienced that kind of loss and I literally could not breath sometimes under the weight of the grief. I believe that a person’s spirit lingers after they die or returns occasionally to check on us. If that is true then Mary will play on but she will forever mourn if he never plays the sax again. The other interpretation is that Mary’s music is immortal which is true of great composers and/or recorded music. Did I trust my reader to fill in too many blanks or was the writing itself inadequate?
      I’m curious what you think, Tracey

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      • Ok, so the explanation itself makes perfect sense including the spirit part but I think personally that you may have trust the reader to fill in too many blanks. That however is not uncommon with 100 words as a limit.
        To fit your first interpretation, may I suggest at least adding -forever- behind breathless? That would explain the not to play the sax as a consequence of grief part.
        As it is written, I could not have seen this whole context although again that may only be rational little me?
        I really would not have made the connection with the mournful of the beginning honestly maybe because of more upbeat words in between as magic and symphony ( all of which are not Pathetic 😉 ) and even debutante, LOL.

        I hope that helps, have a great day, Tay.

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  16. A lovely story of a beautiful love affair, Tracey. I’m glad their love lasted right up to the last stanza, and only Mary’s death could part them. His grief will be extremely hard to bear.

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  17. Lovely story Tracey, very poetic. 🙂

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  18. What a very tragic end.. But I guess in the end there is always one to leave first..

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  19. Enjoyed your romantic story of music and love. The last paragraph sums up his pain and loss perfectly.

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  20. Really nicely told, romantic yet sad… Great.
    KT

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