By Susan Gale Wickes
For months, they’d been sending messages back and forth.
He knew every little detail, save one. He’d yet to hear the sound of her voice.
Every night, she spoke to him in dreams. Once, she was the sound of a stream as it flowed softly across smooth pebbles. Later, the soulful song of a distant nightingale.
Now, his dreams were about to come true. He stood on the platform, sign in hand, waiting.
And then he saw her approaching, each step a waltz of grace and beauty.
She lightly touched his arm and held up a sign of her own…
‘Laryngitis.’
LOL! Awesome!
Thank you!
Nice one. I’ve been there (Not the laryngitis, but the waiting to find out…)
Good way to start my day, with a laugh.
Waiting is not my strong suit either. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
Cute little twist at the end!
Thanks, Carol!
Very good. Several endings were possible, and this one is great. I thought she might have a voice like a cheese grater or something along those lines.
Thank you (and I seriously considered that). Perhaps in another story…
Poor woman!!! Don’t laugh!!!!
I’d like to think they went on to live happily ever after.
Lovely.
Thank you.
The ending got me! Nice work!
Thanks, Lisa. I truly appreciate your feedback.
Ha! OMG, so funny. I knew *something* was coming, but I did not expect *that*! Great work!
Thanks, John. I weighed several options for the ending and finally chose this one. Glad you enjoyed it.
I really liked this – it had the feel of a dream from which one cannot awake. The woman holding up a sign which says laryngitis is surreal, and only makes sense in a dream. Fantastic.
Thanks, Eric, for taking the time to read and comment. I was somewhat on the fence about this story, so I’m happy to see so much positive feedback!
Very sweet and funny. Thanks.
Thank you, Jacqueline. I’m glad you enjoyed it.