
Someone Somewhere
‘I wish I’d told him how much his kindness meant,’ she thought again, gazing up at the moon.
Earlier, a quote popped up on her Facebook feed. Someone somewhere still remembers you because you were kind. She’d never forgotten; his eyes full of concern as he listened and his smile as bright as the sun.
Their paths crossed at work, employed in different departments. One afternoon, waiting in line to use the photocopier, they found themselves standing next to each other.
‘That’s a pretty brooch you’re wearing,’ he said.
It was her grandmother’s brooch, inexpensive but priceless to her.
He listened as she told him of Gran’s passing the previous year and how much she missed her. He gently touched her arm, supplying the much-needed sympathy she craved in her dysfunctional marriage and life.
They frequently crossed paths after that, at work or in the supermarket, his caring eyes and kind smile helping to make her difficult life infinitely more bearable. She moved to another town and changed jobs but still she often found herself thinking of him and silently, in her heart, pouring out her troubles. It always made her feel better.
*
He sat on the verandah step, sipping coffee and waiting for the first star to appear.
His thoughts turned, as they often did, to someone he once knew. Someone who’d laughed at his terrible jokes, listened to his dreams and confided her own. Life hadn’t turned out the way he’d hoped and he often found himself having conversations with her in his mind. Just the thought of her gave him comfort and helped him go on.
Someone somewhere still remembers you because you were kind. He’d read that somewhere and he hoped it was true. If only he’d told her how much her kindness meant…
*
The first star appeared, twinkling brightly.
‘I wish,’ she said.
‘I wish,’ he said.
She felt a comforting touch on her arm as though someone had gently squeezed it.
He heard the echo of sweet laughter on the breeze.
And… the man in the moon smiled.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat a beautiful story, Sandra. A true joy to read. I loved it ?
Thank you, Carrie! This one has a special meaning for me and I am really glad you enjoyed it. Your comment means a lot – thank you ?
This is such a tender story and so heart felt, Sandra. I really love the parallels.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Margarida! I think sometimes we are thinking about someone or something and we rarely get to know whether the other person also remembers. I really wanted these two to find out. ?
This is such a lovely story, Sandra. How many of us, looking back on our lives, wish we had expressed our gratitude? I love how you’ve written this, their thoughts intertwining. As Carrie has said, it really was a joy to read.
Thank you, Linda! I had someone whose kindness meant a lot to me a long time ago and I still think of it often and hope somehow he knows. The saying did pop up in my Facebook feed a couple of years ago and I always remembered it. One of the special joys of writing is that we can honour special people and their actions, and perhaps… ?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleSandra, this was beautiful. It is also a great reminder to show gratitude while we have the opportunity to do so. I especially liked the last line. It gave your story such a magical feel ?
Thank you, Marianna. Yes, sometimes shyness gets in the way but much better than regretting later on. I’m glad you liked the moon – I’m always fascinated; it seems to be watching over us all and it’s amazing to think that two people from a distance away can both see it ?
Hello, Sandra. Thanks for sharing this story. It is a great reminder for all of us to show our gratitude while we can. Such a moving tale, Sandra. I love it.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHi Lotchie. Thank you. And, the best thing about showing gratitude and telling someone how much their act of kindness meant is that you get the chance to give back and they can feel what you felt. My story is fiction but was inspired by the thought of someone who was kind to me a long time ago – perhaps one day I’ll get the chance to say ‘thank you’.
You are always welcome, Sandra.
I like your philosophy that we are connected to each other across time and space, Sandra, and that a good deed can have effects long after it’s done. Your picture with a night sky is a good illustration, but the oval shaped moon confused me a bit, before I remembered the 500×500 pixel effect.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks, Christer, I had a chuckle at your comment about the oval moon. I tried a couple of photos and they always ended up distorted – perhaps inspiration for a sci-fi story! A few times in my life I’ve been touched by kindness and although, of course, I’ve always said ‘thank you’, it would be wonderful if those people knew how much it means many years later. And, I’d be thrilled if… Read more »