With shaking hands she reached to take the stack of papers from Beaufort. And just as her fingers brushed them she stopped.
“Wait. Please, tell me about her. Just a little before I have to look at this.”
“Darling, your momma was like an angel. Wherever she went it was like she was walking on air. People used to stop and just watch her. She carried with her lightness. Even at the end, she never stopped.” he tapered off with a hint of sadness.
Looking up he realized under all of that sadness, he saw the lightness in CiCi too.
I’ve been writing a disjointed story/treatment for a novel/short story – in the form of responses to the perfect and fantabulous prompt – 100 word song – hosted by my most crazy musical brother in arms Lance from My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The only rule? Your post must be 100 words. You think it’s easy, huh? I dare you to try it. 100. Not 93. Actually, I don’t dare you – I invite you.
We have been following the story of CiCi; after being summoned to New Orleans by an attorney, she discovers that she has an Aunt Lu she never knew, and this aunt has left her all of her worldly possessions. As she follows the trail of lovingly worn old photos, perfectly preserved letters and a sweet old man named Beaufort, she discovers that Lu is actually her mother and her grandfather wished she never existed. It sounds like a soap opera, I know. But it really is so much more. For part one read here. And for our last installment, read here.
This week’s song is a personal favorite of mine: “And She Was” by the Talking Heads