Monday, January 13, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, January 14, 2014 ~ Winter Mourning Spring

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser brings with it exciting authors who have selected photographs that have moved them in some way to write a 200 word short story, no more no less. You will be able to access all the authors pieces via the link above and I have listed their names one by individual one like snowflakes below. Please read each of their wonderful teasers and comment. Today, mine is about unrequited love to the passionate and soulful music of Charles Aznavour ~ "She". Who can better describe painful love lost?

But, before you leave me, I ask only ask that you read my teaser and if you enjoy it, please leave me a comment. Your comments encourage me to work harder to please you. 
~ Blessings and enjoy. 

Winter Mourning Spring
He knew that before full winter broke she would leave, asking nothing.

His broken heart knew and loved her deeply in spite of her desires. She could not be bound; her heart longed for he knew not what. Although she never loved him, he had hoped that with time, she would allow her defenses to soften as she had kindly opposed his overtures. Always, he tried to be a worthy man; he was wealthy, learned, big of heart and generous with his staff. Still, she remained stalwart against his charms.

He dreamed of her nightly in the privacy of his quarters and could live a lifetime on but one kiss by which to remember her before she departed. To have her touch would mean her fingerprints were indelibly etched upon his body; a feather would forever remind him that, once just once, he had her eager breath upon his shoulder, her velvet lips impatient for his. The scent of lilacs that surrounded her daily, once upon a time heated by her passion for him, would sear her yearning lastingly in his heart.

He could live without her then.

Instead, he watched quietly as she left with the early morning hours of spring.


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14 comments :

  1. Wow! That was vivid and painful. I really felt his sorrow. Well done!

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  2. Oh what a loving and sorrow of a lover s desire of meeting and feeling the touch of beloved s feather hands on his longing body just for once . Very touching Thank you Muffy Ji you have read my heart . Congrats my friend I selute your expressing power

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  3. Oh, Muffy. So beautiful and sad and poignant and more! Wonderfully touching and filled with emotion.

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  4. I am so in love with this story ..my heart skip a couple of beats while reading this heart breaking story.

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  5. Excellent with perfect use of both description and music

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  6. So beautiful. Brought a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye. I can imagine him lying there so clearly with the feather. An unrequited love. Wonderfully written

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  7. So emotional, Muffy. I feel like giving him a big hug now.

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  8. This is so beautiful Muffy. I think this belongs within a story my friend...I see a story that would break our hearts and then lead us to ecstasy....thank you for sharing this with us...tantalizing teasing indeed...:-)

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  9. The descriptions were beautifully written. I loved this. Wonderful!

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  10. Beautiful, moving piece. And with She playing in the background, truly heartbreaking.

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  11. Incredible, heartbreaking, you must do a follow-up. I have to know why she wouldn't stay for such a man!

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  12. To express the word beautiful, again, is trite, but thazt is what your tease entails. Your picture reminds me of the romantic mood of Meryl Streep in the French Lieutenant's Woman. I loved that movie but your story captures more of that mystic and his undying need to have her love. My favorite line-" To have her touch would mean her fingerprints were indelibly etched upon his body; a feather would forever remind him that, once just once," I adore the romance in your writing.

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  13. Beautiful Muffy, loved every poetic, poignant line.

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  14. Wow. Sheer desolation, beautifully captured. It reads like a fragment of an epic of 19th century fiction.

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