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This story will be posted on my website with a mp3 of the song .....eventually.
This story was inspired while I was driving home yesterday listening to music.
The song that inspired it is:
“Vienna” from Linda Eder’s self titled CD
Music by Frank Wildhorn / Lyrics by Gary Berger
Copyright 1990 BMG Records
These characters do not belong to me, I am just borrowing them for a bit.
(Since no one is
using them right now<g>)
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Note: The flashback in this story takes place some time after the flashback
of “Partners of
the Month” (maybe 1700s-1800s)
Memories
by Amanda Berendt
Copyright 2003
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Nick sat at the small table in the corner of the restaurant
by the window, gazing
past the rain streaming down the glass. His thoughts were far away
from the time and
place where he now sat.
*Watching the rainfall in Vienna
Pictures of another time*
Years ago, he had sat in a corner of a tiny restaurant
just like this one, watching a
cloaked figure run through the rain across the courtyard. Entering
the door to the
establishment, the figure elegantly pushed back the hood of the cloak, revealing
a striking
young woman with raven black hair. She looked around briefly, then
smiled sadly when
her gaze met his.
*From the corner of a small cafe
We watched the world go by*
She approached the table where he sat. He rose to
take her cloak, then held the
chair as she sat down.
“It has been many years, Nicola.” she said quietly as
he resumed his seat across the
table from her.
“Yes, Janette.... too many.” he replied, turning once
more toward the window.
*Now we sit here the best of strangers
We played the game for all it’s worth*
She touched his hand that rested on the table and he turned
to face her again.
“We did not part on friendly terms.” she said softly meeting
his eyes again. “It was
not a fit ending to those years we spent.”
*Endless nights in Vienna’s eyes
Take me back again
‘Cause in Vienna - we were poetry
Yes in Vienna - love was alive*
“Nicola,” she continued, taking his hand in hers. “I did
not mean to hurt you. I
was not used to that much affection - to the depth of your love... it scared
me.”
“Would you have rather not stayed for as long as you did?”
he asked her, a bit
more biting that he should have.
Accepting his tone she answered “Of course not.
I cherished the years we had
together and I do hope someday we will be together again.”
*Watching you watching me
All that our eyes could see
All of the nights
We chased into the dawn
It was the best time of my life*
The hours passed and no one took much notice of the young
man and woman
sitting in the corner speaking of times long past.
Then much too quickly for Nicholas, Janette turned toward
the window. “I must
go, it will be dawn soon.” she said with obvious regret.
As she stood, Nicholas held fast to her hand. “Spend
the day here... with me.”
“I am sorry, love. I am not ready yet. But
someday, we will be together again.”
She wrapped the cloak around her shoulders and smiled.
*We can’t surrender to a feeling
That dance belongs to yesterday*
Their hands touched for another, all too brief moment,
then parted. She moved to
the door, raised the hood of the cloak over her hair and stepped out into
the rain.
Nicholas returned to his chair and gazed out at the figure
retreating across the
empty courtyard.
*Yes I still hear Vienna’s song
Take me back again*
--End--