Again, from the blog A Side of Writing, another writing prompt . . .
Denise softly closed the bedroom door, and made her way to the kitchen. The bottle of wine sat open next to the two Waterford Crystal wine goblets. She poured wine in each, carefully measuring out equal portions. She corked the bottle, grabbed the glasses, and made her way out to the deck.
She sat both glasses on the table, pulled the ottoman close, and sat on the Adirondack chair. The other chair sat empty, unused now for nearly five years. She swung her legs over the ottoman and leaned back. The angle was right, and she could see it as clear as if it were hanging on the deck itself.
She grabbed one of the glasses and tipping it slightly she tapped it to the other. “To us!” she said softly. She drank as she looked up. Then gently put the glass down, and folded her arms against the chill.
Five years before she had picked up the phone to hear her husband’s labored breath at the other end.
“George! Are you alright? Where are you?”
“Hey, hon . . . I’m hurt . . . truck hit me . . .”
“George! George! Answer me! Where are you?!”
“. . . I’m here . . . I’m trapped. Firemen on their way, but . . . I’m hurt bad hon.”
“I’ll come right . . .”
“NO! . . . no . . . walk outside . . .”
“I don’t understand . . .” she was looking for her car keys.
“Please, hon . . . just go out on the deck . . . please.”
His voice was softer. Denise walked out, tears blurring her vision. “I’m on the deck,” she said.
George coughed once, then said, “Look up. . . . Do you see it? The Hunter, Orion?”
Denise wiped her eyes to clear her vision. “Yes,” she answered, “I see it.”
“I’m looking at it as well . . . I’ll always love you . . .” those had been his last words.
Denise closed her eyes at the memory, and as Betelgeuse twinkled above her in silent vigil, she drifted off to sleep.
The prompt, in case you did not go there, was to write a story based on a children’s lullaby, but not make it obvious it was so. I knew immediately the story I wanted to write and banged it out pretty quick.
And I also knew I was going to pull very strongly on the heartstrings. This was written as an emotional piece.
The version above has two changes from what I wrote at Conrad’s site. I corrected the tense on the word “clink” to “clinked”, and added the question mark after “Orion”.
Of course, I could not resist giving a little hint, so it should be easy to determine which lullaby. I could have removed one word to make it more difficult.
So, what lullaby did I channel?
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