It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.
Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.
If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.
This week’s song is Time To Say Goodbye and was suggested by rainbowsofhappiness at a URL that doesn’t exist. Seems he/she doesn’t want a shout-out for their blog. He/she also didn’t specify who wrote the song, but I assume it’s the one recorded by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman and written by Francesco Sartori (music) and Lucio Quarantotto (lyrics). I was given a genre, romance, but have decided to add a little Sci-Fi twist.
Time To Say Goodbye
“Do you really have to go?”
Henry smiled in response and Kate felt her heart beat faster.
“I’m afraid so,” he said, and pulled on his coat.
Kate put on her best pouty face and threw back the sheet covering her.
“Please stay. You can do whatever you want with me.”
Henry leaned down and kissed her. He caressed the side of her face and ran his hand down her neck. She moaned as she felt him briefly cup her breast before moving his hand down her side, over the curve of her buttocks and down her leg. She fell back onto her pillow, eyes closed, panting from her arousal. No man has ever made her feel like this.
“I wish I could, darling,” he said, “but I’ve stayed longer than I should as it is. It really is time to say goodbye.”
“When will I see you again?” she said, pushing herself up on her arm. She didn’t bother to cover up again.
“I don’t know. It takes a lot of power to come here. I must be careful, lest someone discovers me. But soon, I hope.”
Kate went to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him.
“I hope so too, my love. Every day I can’t see you is torture.”
He pressed her body to his and kissed her again. Her legs buckled under her, but he held her tight. After what seemed much too short a time for Kate, Henry broke their embrace and stepped into his machine.
“I love you, my darling.”
Before Kate could respond a bluish glow surrounded the machine and then it wasn’t there anymore.
“I love you too, future man,” whispered Kate, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
Copyright © 2013 Herman Kok
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Ah, I hope Kate sees him again someday. Nice little story!
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Thanks. Romance is always a challenge for me as I don’t read it, at all.
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I think it’s a challenge even for those who read it. But I think you pulled it off nicely.
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The resounding success of people like Barbara Cartland and Danielle Steele tells me at least some people find the genre enjoyable (and if you look how prolific most romance authors are writing it doesn’t seem like such a big challenge for them). Of course, something that makes is even harder today is staying on the right side of the line between romance and erotica which has been a blurred line at the best of times but even more so in a post-50shades world.
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Romance is one of the biggest genres out there – and I believe, last time I checked, leading the ebook industry by a mile. That’s true, but then again don’t all prolific writers make it look easy? It is tricky to determine sometimes, but either way, it sells. (Oh 50 Shades of Grey, what have you done to this world?)
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