Left Alone
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 19 October 2018
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| Photo Credit: Jilly Funelli |
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As his mom’s car drove away, 5-year old Ezra was gripped with shock and panic. Left alone at the foot of the mall’s stairwell, he was seen sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Mall security looked after him while waiting for a relative to claim him.
“Ezra, I’m so relieved,” his mom cried out as she rushed to hug him. “I can’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you.”
It was later found out that thieves dropped him off at the mall after stealing her car with him in it as she ran to the store to buy cigarettes.
Dance Me to the End of Love
Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me to the End of Love is one for the ages.
It has great lyrics and enchanting melody. Most of all, it’s easy to sing for someone with a limited vocal range like me.
It’s a beautiful love song inspired by the Holocaust with “a burning violin” in the first line giving us the the hint.
According to Cohen, it came to him as he imagined a string quartet of prisoners forced to play classical music near the crematoria while their fellow prisoners were being exterminated inside.
As horrific as the imagery was, Cohen was able to see
“the beauty there of being the consummation of life, the end of this existence and of the passionate element in that consummation.”
“It’s not important that anybody knows the genesis of it,” he added, “because if the language comes from that passionate resource, it will be able to embrace all passionate activity.”
Leonard Cohen was born on Sept. 21, 1934 and died on Nov. 7, 2016. He was a poet, singer-songwriter, and novelist. In 2014, LA Weekly ranked him as number six among the top 20 singer-songwriters of all time. When he died, the music world mourned his untimely passing.
DANCE ME TO THE END OF LOVE by Leonard Cohen
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Addiction
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 12 October 2018
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| Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields |
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It was the house that they planned to spend their life together. It wasn’t meant to be.
“Please don’t leave,” Leroy begged her. “I promise to stop drinking.”
It was a promise Elena heard so many times. She had enough.
When Leroy came home that evening, she was gone.
Feeling sorry for himself, he grabbed the bottle of whisky from the counter. It didn’t take him long to finish it.
Down to the last shot, Leroy drank it slowly and vowed not to touch liquor again.
“Ah, it was so good,” he said letting the taste linger in his mouth.
Wordless Wednesday: Queen Victoria Diamond Jubilee Fountain
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| Location: Fort Augustus, Inverness, Scotland |
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