“Lydia!” exclaimed Hugh, “Look at my old shoes.”
“They bring back memories …….
Finish the story in Tales in Teacups
Copyright 2017- Vivian Zems
Image by Sarah Potter
“Lydia!” exclaimed Hugh, “Look at my old shoes.”
“They bring back memories …….
Finish the story in Tales in Teacups
Copyright 2017- Vivian Zems
Image by Sarah Potter
Mum, author and dentist is how I describe myself. I love creating pictures from words. Sometimes a painter, other times a weaver- words are my tool; trying to create something beautiful. When I was nine, my dad introduced me to audio books. I was hooked. With his guidance, I fell into a world where words became life simply by weaving them together. So here I am, living out my passion- reading and writing! Enjoy the ride with me 😁😁
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September 22, 2017 at 11:54 pm
I love love love this.
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September 23, 2017 at 12:29 am
Thanks Morley!
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September 23, 2017 at 1:42 am
Absolutely delightful and enchanting 😉 ❤
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September 23, 2017 at 8:20 am
Thanks Walt!
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September 23, 2017 at 5:00 am
A tale of a lovely couple who still dance to greatness, even after their bodies are long gone. Well done!
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September 23, 2017 at 6:58 am
Thanks, Miles. I appreciate your feedback 🙂
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September 23, 2017 at 8:53 am
Very nice.
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September 23, 2017 at 9:31 am
Thank you 🙂
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September 23, 2017 at 12:09 pm
Dear Vivian,
Am I correct in assuming that Hugh and Lydia are ghosts? If so, I’m delighted. I can picture the scene. Youthful couple dancing to the gorgeous music while the real estate agent sees only swirling dust bunnies. Enchanting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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September 23, 2017 at 1:04 pm
Hi Rochelle! Yes, they’re ghosts- basking in love and music 🙂 Thank you.
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September 23, 2017 at 1:18 pm
…still dancing! Simply beautiful Vivian. I wonder if someone will see me dad-dancing after I’ve gone!
Click to read my FriFic!
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September 23, 2017 at 1:21 pm
hahaha! Most probably! Thanks for the feedback 🙂
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September 23, 2017 at 2:24 pm
Lovely and enchanting fairytale.
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September 23, 2017 at 8:30 pm
Thanks, Iain!
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September 23, 2017 at 4:43 pm
Wow, Vivian, that was awesomely beautiful. How, indeed? Loved it to the core of my being. 🙂 ❤
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September 23, 2017 at 8:24 pm
Thanks, Jelli!
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September 23, 2017 at 10:40 pm
Nicely done!
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September 24, 2017 at 5:10 am
Great surprise ending….
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September 24, 2017 at 10:01 am
Thank you 🙂
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September 25, 2017 at 2:47 pm
Lovely. I am so glad that their ghosts can still dance.
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September 25, 2017 at 4:12 pm
Thank you, Elizabeth. Gives new meaning to ‘love eternal’ 🙂 Glad you stopped by!
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September 26, 2017 at 1:33 am
Beautiful story.
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September 26, 2017 at 9:44 am
Thank you 🙂
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September 26, 2017 at 7:10 am
They’re happy and together – what more you could you want? Lovely story
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September 26, 2017 at 8:25 am
Thanks, Lynn 🙂
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September 26, 2017 at 8:30 pm
Happy ghosts. I loved this.
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September 26, 2017 at 8:57 pm
Thank you😊
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September 27, 2017 at 12:42 am
I certainly did not expect that ending! Well played. 🙂 If these are your favorite classical pieces, we have very similar tastes. Now, if you also like Dvorak and Smetana . . .
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September 27, 2017 at 12:06 pm
Thanks J! I’m just rekindling my love for classical music. I always had a mental block on it cos Mrs P. would have me play Bach, Chopin, Beethoven etc- but to me those were synonymous with work (and pain, and practice- 2 hours a day!).
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September 27, 2017 at 4:26 pm
I hear you! Kind of felt the same for a while. I’m totally blanking on the ones they had us overanalyze in Music class in Germany. That’s how traumatic it was. But I remember a teacher telling us to write what came to mind (he was normally very structured) when he had us listen to Grieg’s Peer Gynt, and while all the good little German students diligently write about measures and beats and whatnot, the international kid wrote about trolls and caves without ever having heard the piece before. Teacher didn’t believe me, but he let it go.
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September 27, 2017 at 4:53 pm
That’s so funny!
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September 27, 2017 at 9:01 pm
Yeah, I always walked to the best of my own drum. But I didn’t even think, just wrote. Few years I discovered Ibsen, and I’ve been a fan ever since.
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September 30, 2017 at 1:15 pm
This one almost went over my head had to give it a second look excellent work as always
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September 30, 2017 at 1:54 pm
Thank you!
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