Friday Fictioneers-The Phantom Strains of Love Songs

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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.

47 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-The Phantom Strains of Love Songs

    • 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

  1. 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.

  2. 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.πŸ™‚ I’m also a 12 year old. A 12 year old boy. Hahahahahaahaha!

      Renee

  3. 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.

      • 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!

    • 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.πŸ™‚

  4. 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.

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