Dancing with Fate

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 06, 2020

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The resounding clicks of what she thought of as her best sensible shoes kept cadence with the music dancing through her head as she marched through the station. Ghostly flashes of pressed royal blue and starched white swirled through her mind. His handsome face and captivating eyes, clearer than ever now, beckoned her. “Soon, my love” she whispered, a secretive smile playing about her crinkled lips. First, she would tell her beloved boy one last story.

The repetitive sound of the electronic board ushering passengers to destinations unknown urged her on. The board was a piece of history stubbornly clinging to the present. Like her, it was not willing to bend to modern ways.  The sun lit through the station’s towering mosaic windows painting the tile floors with soft colors.

Briefcase in hand, he pushed through the doors and into a suffocating mass of people moving in either direction as they rushed to get to somewhere important or nowhere in particular. Frustration crossed the features of his handsome face as he struggled his way through the crowd. He checked his watch knowing he would be late for his next appointment, imagining the frown on his client’s globular face.

The repetitive sound of the electronic board ushering passengers to destinations unknown frustrated him. A throwback to the older times, it served little purpose in today’s world. He barely noticed the windows or the sun that shone, he was concentrating on the next few moments, a small indulgence.

She smiled when she saw him, a heart filled with pride. She wanted to run to him, but decorum and age held spontaneity at bay. He saw her standing there, perfunctory as usual, and wondered that she seemed smaller, more fragile. His heart lurched uncomfortably. He wanted to envelop her in a hug. She would never allow it.

As he approached, she stood tiptoed and he bent forward so she could kiss his cheek. “Nan,” he said, reverting to the childhood name he gave her, his beloved governess. “Happy Birthday my boy.” She reached into her bag and handed him his customary birthday card. They chatted until she found an excuse to leave.

He would put the unopened envelope in the cubby on his desk with the others; the same card with a ten-pound note tucked inside, intending to return the money when she needed it.

The repetitive sound of the electronic board ushering passengers to destinations unknown stopped one day without much fanfare. Nan slipped away in much the same manner.

In a card, tucked away alongside a ten-pound note, she told her beloved boy one last story of a handsome boy in a pressed royal blue uniform and a girl in a nurse’s starched white dress, of music and romance and love. The heartache of war and the fears of an unwed mum left behind echoed through lines written with a shaky hand. She couldn’t stay his Mum but had become his Nan. Fate found a way to keep them together.


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