“I met your momma when she came here to study. She needed a place to stay and I needed a counter-girl.” He sat back, wistful, “That was a different time completely. Aw Cecilia you wouldn’t have recognized the place.” His face softened with a smile.
No one had ever called her Cecilia before – it made her smile too.
“She was the kind of woman who could make you forget yourself completely. I can tell you, when it came to your father, he forgot himself the first second he saw her. If only we could have seen into the future.”
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 to commemorate a life used to perfect art. Lou Reed was more than a musician, he was a true artist. A man who never stopped creating. Perfect Day: