From the moment I looked at the picture prompt courtesy of ©Björn Rudberg, I couldn’t get the title song out of my head. I had to sleep on it to work it into a 100-word story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge.
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Dance Me To The End of Love
“What’s the song for your first dance?” asked Peter
Johnnie fumbled with his cuff-links.
“Some moody old thing Olivia likes.”
Olivia stood alone in her mother’s bedroom, the mirror’s reflection showing a beautiful figure in sparkling white.
She tried to smile but couldn’t as she realised her dream of marriage was too different from Johnnie’s.
Olivia walked to her place of solace, the shore path where surging waves caught her dress. Leonard Cohen hummed in her head as she shed tears of burning grief and shame.
Everyone would be at the church. Waiting.
She stood and watched the tumultuous turning of the tide, then braced herself and rang Johnnie.