Bluer than Velvet
There he was again, leaning against the jukebox, playing the same record … over and over. Nobody else appeared to notice, but I found him mesmerising. He seemed haunted somehow, the words tormenting him.
Tony, the coffee shop owner, refilled my cup.
“That’s Johnnie,” he revealed, catching me watching him.
“He looks so sad.”
“Never got over his childhood sweetheart. Broke his heart when she left him… right after the school prom.”
The words of the song held so much more meaning for me now.
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were…
“Her eyes,” I whispered.
Just as ours met.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleA lovely story, Linda, and hopefully the beginning of a wonderful romance. Loved it ?
Thanks so much, Carrie. Yes, I hope so too.
Such a good start to something lovely – a romance. I wish they are destined to forever. Well done, Linda.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you very much, Lotchie.
You are welcome, Linda.
Lovely story, Linda. I suppose it helps that it took me right back to my gauche days of jukeboxes, coffee bars and ‘Blue Velvet’ – Bobby Vinton and ‘but in my heart there’ll always be, precious and warm a memory. Through the years.’
That’s the beauty of your piece.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat a lovely comment, Allan. I’ve always loved the days of jukeboxes, such a special time in so many ways. I’m so glad it took you back to that time too. And. as teenagers, weren’t most of us gauche? And nobody sings that song like Bobby Vinton. Thank you so much for your kind words.
Beautiful, Linda! You had me sitting at a nearby table watching it all play out, and a perfect ending. Well done ?
What a lovely comment, Sandra, thank you so much.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis story moves me through so many emotions, Linda but thankfully it ends with hope.
It’s actually partly based on a true story, Margarida. As a teenager, I was at my local youth club with a friend when I noticed a boy standing at the jukebox looking quite sad. My friend told me his girlfriend had left him for her ex-boyfriend. I never forgot how he looked. I really couldn’t end my story any other way. Thank you for commenting.
Here I am, Linda, taken back to my young teenage years, listening to the beautiful, velvety voice of Bobby Vinton on Spotify. Just like Allan, your story successfully triggered a lot of feelings and memories in me. I can easily visualize the situation you describe. Congratulations to a great story.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI hope they were happy feelings and memories, Christer. Those songs of yesteryear certainly do take you back. Thank you for your lovely comments.
Linda, from the first line I was curious to see what would happen next. It sounds like a lovely introduction to a longer story! I would love to read more.
Thank you, Marianna! If only there were more hours in the day, I’d love to expand on this one but I’ve three other stories on the go at the moment!
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