This is also the last week to cast your votes for Moonlight in the Writing with the Stars contest! 🙂 I posted an excerpt on last week’s Hebdomadal blog. (Hebdomadal = weekly! LOL)
Here’s the link if you missed the sneak peek… http://lisakessler.wordpress.com/2010/11/23/moonlight-new-excerpt/
Please swing by and vote for Moonlight… http://www.rtbookreviews.com/content/writing-stars-vote-best-hero-and-heroine You can also leave comments. I’d be so grateful for Moonlight shout-outs! LOL
Speaking of grateful, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I want to thank everyone who takes the time to read my blogs each week! Your comments and emails and encouragements mean the world to me!
I’m also very grateful for my family. Ken and my Mom help me edit all my novels and read every word I write. I couldn’t have made so much progress toward getting my novels published without their input and feedback!
I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving this week, and I’ve gotta ask… What are you thankful for this year? 🙂
PS – Hope you enjoy the new Flash Fiction. Halloween’s over so we’ll see if I can keep the spook factor to a minimum this week! LOL
This story was inspired by spending a weekend watching over my best-friend’s assisted living home. I really enjoyed my time with the old folks there. It felt so good to see them go from glazed over in front of the television set to interacting and coming back to life while sharing stories from their past.
Hope you enjoy the story! Thanks for reading! 🙂
Connections – By Lisa Kessler
Gravity had taken its toll on the withered man staring out the window. From the doorway, Carol could see each vertebrae of his spine through his worn undershirt. The only sign of life was in his hand, gnarled fingers tapping out the familiar beat against his loose fitting blue jeans.
“Carrie, they’re playing our song.”
Jerry Lee Lewis blared out of Mr. Gardner’s digital clock radio. Carol smiled at her new trainee. “Carrie was his wife.”
“He thinks you’re his wife?” She shifted to rest her hand on her hip. “He shouldn’t be in this wing if he’s lost touch with reality, right?”
“He’s all right.” Carol’s gaze shifted to the elderly gentleman at the window. “I think it’s the music. It takes him back.”
She entered the room, placing her clipboard on the mattress as she crossed to the window. “Mr. Gardner?”
Now that she was closer she realized he was also swaying in time with the driving piano chords of “Great Balls of Fire”. She took his hand and he finally shifted his gray eyes toward her face. The corner of his mouth turned up and a playful twinkle warmed his gaze.
“Why you’re not Carrie at all.”
Carol grinned and shook her head. “No sir, but I bet she loved cutting a rug with you to this song.”
Mr. Gardner chuckled and ran a shaky hand back through the disarrayed wisps of white hair on his head. “I could Lindy Hop with the best of ‘em. Carrie used to say I made her feel like she could fly.”
Carol gave his hand a squeeze. “I can’t listen to music without dancing.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were fishing for a spot on my dance card.”
Although his spine was no longer straight, he still stood a head taller than her. Carol raised a brow as she looked up at his lined face. “Are you saying your dance card isn’t full yet?”
Mr. Gardner laughed, bringing out the crow’s feet around his eyes. “I think I could fit you in.”
Through the tinny clock radio speaker the Platters’ “Only You” crooned as he took her hand, and the lead. Carol smiled over at Holly, her new trainee, as they danced. When the song ended, Mr. Gardner dipped her and cracked a wistful smile.
“Thank you for the dance, Carol.”
“Anytime, Mr. Gardner.” She reached over to retrieve her clipboard.
“I never stop missing her.”
“We were married over fifty years.” His voice softened as he turned back toward the window. “Sometimes I get lost in the memories.”
Carol stood beside him with her clipboard. “We’re always here to bring you back.”
He nodded and took a deep breath. When he released it, he turned toward the door. “Are they still playing bridge today?”
“Just waiting on you.”
He grinned. “I best be going then.”
Holly stepped aside and Mr. Gardner ambled down the hallway. When Carol stepped up beside her, Holly shook her head. “That was amazing. You brought him back.”
“Medication can only do so much.” Carol shrugged. “It’s the human connection that can heal.”
The sound of elderly laughter echoed down the hallway and Holly smiled. “I think I’m going to like it here.”
(For Marvin we had – “connection that can heal”, Hebdomadal, and “Carrie” was the Stephen King title… 🙂