“Hey, Mama, what was all the fuss at Frankie’s Fountain Shop today?”
I grew up in a quaint northern Vermont town in a grey house with white shutters and a huge oak tree in the back yard, went to college in South Carolina, got married, had 4 kids, got divorced, and now found myself back in Vermont in the family home helping my 90 year old mother in the day to day.
“Was walking back from the market, cut through the park – I could see people lined up inside the shop clear ‘cross Town Square, even Mrs. Browning was there, Mama.”
There was something different about Mama today – she was sitting in the cherry wood rocker by the bay window, cup of Earl Grey on the side table; admiring the flowers in her garden through quiet eyes, she was staring at something much farther away than the backyard garden and I almost didn’t hear her… “no one believes she’s dead as no one ever believed she could die; there wasn’t a soul in town ever lay claim to knowing her exact age, you know.”
“Who Mama, who are you talkin’ about?”
As if betraying a confidence, tension rising in her voice, “The fuss they’re making over at the Fountain Shop, it’s about her, it’s about Miss Lily, she died last night…you know, she had grey hair when I was a little girl, there wasn’t anyone who lived here didn’t know who she was and whenever anyone asked at parties to tell her secret, Miss Lily would always say, “the secret is in the mirror“.
Very interesting story Denise.
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Thank you, Sadje. Glad you enjoyed.
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You’re welcome 😍
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Two words…” Quiet eyes”…
And Op.9 !🎹.. daresay what else, Denise?
What else…
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…what lies behind them, eh?
Yes! There were 2 Chopin pieces Nick, that came to mind when I’d decided I’d run with classical. Op.9 was the better fit. The 2nd piece, Valse Op 64 No. 1, Minute Walz, that would be more appropriate perhaps in a follow up Six 😉
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What part of VT?
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I actually hadn’t picked a specific town for the story. I’d been thinking about my friend who moved to Brattleboro many years ago and suddenly Vermont was the story location.
Are you from/live in Vermont?
Beautiful but such long winters!
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deep blue
layin it down
frown to smile all tha while
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No one believed she could die? There needs to be more to this story.
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Nope. None of the old timers believed it. I don’t disagree 🙂
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I like how your story wound around the fountain shop and the daughter’s story to finish at the death of Miss Lily and her mysterious secret in the mirror. It makes me wonder what that secret was.
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Somehow Frank, an old New England town wouldn’t be complete without a fountain shop.
The daughter’s mother knew – knew there was something extraordinary about Miss Lily.
Was it a secret??
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I’m wondering if the mirror fell to the floor and smashed. Thanks for including Chopin’s Nocturne, a favourite piece of mine!
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I don’t believe it would matter, Keith. You can always get another mirror…
You’re welcome! One of my favorites as well.
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Good SSS, as always – plus the wonderful Chopin!
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Thanks, Chris! Yes!! Who does not love Chopin? 😊
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Agree with my fellow Readers. A tale told by the young about the not-young.
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And who is the “young” in the story?! 😉
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good stuff
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Thank you, Paul!
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Are they lining up to find out the secret 🤔
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That, Bernadette, is worthy of consideration. Thank you 😉
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Always glad to help 😉
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Great story Denise. Nicely straddling the line of “how the young perceive age” and “could there be something mystical about her continuing to live?” with the mirror.
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Thank you, Nicole.
You’re in the ballpark about when you mention “perception”.
I’d have to say it was a mystical “non-mystical” aspect of the mirror.
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