We are But a Memory

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright – Jan W. Fields

26th of March 1827.

My love,

The lightning outside my window heralds the sound  of thunder that remains ever distant, but I know it is you calling upon me. Surrounded by familiar, yet foreign faces, it is a relief to acknowledge there is no strength left.  There is a kindness around me that I surely don’t deserve, but it is balanced by the greediness with which their hands   sort through my earthly possessions.

To finally fly free into your arms, beyond this prison of commonness…It would never be too soon. My immortal beloved…

We are forever.

Ludwig van Beethoven

Josephine Brunsvik

Immortal Beloved