hah! Thanks! You know, Ron, I have written enough 50-stories to know now that I need to go directly to the heart of the story. All the details about who killed the mother, how Ian was able to adopt and raise a baby, and all that, was not important. The story was simply about a man and a child who needed someone to love.
Beautiful. The Land of the Faeries awaits. This lovely story fits well into the pantheon of mysterious Celtic tales of creatures found upon the shore that bring joy to humans in their hour of need. And Bill Joel's lullaby is perfect. Thank you, Sharron, for a lovely start to the day.
Thank you, Sue. Those opening bars of Billy Joel's lullaby make me burst into tears every time. It is like a toggle switch. I am not sure why. Some songs just grab the heart.
A tear tae ma eye as well--now that's scrambling up the brogue! But just what's needed: a mix of scrambling, wandering and wondering hearts and your tale!
My friend, David, in South Scotland would say , "T'would bring a tear tae a glass eye!" Thanks for accepting my attempt at the dialect. I need to get back to Scotland, my second home, but I fear I never will.
Cut to five years later. Perfect. We know what we need to know and we can guess at the rest if we want to. I will admit to a tear in my eye, starting about halfway through. I love the way you brought this story home, Sharron. Just beautiful.
Thank you for reading it, Jim. Men and their children. This theme of father-love seems to come up in my writing from time to time. It is a wistful/wishful topic that lives somewhere under the heart.
What a lovely and heartfelt conclusion, Sharron. It’s perfect. Also, those stories we hear hundreds of times are the best ones—especially when we’re young.
What’s across the ocean, Child? Walmart and Home Depot!
I smirk, because I once decided to see what was at the far north end of our road. When I finally arrived there at Yellowknife, NWT, instead of dirt floor log cabins with bearskin doors, I found the local Walmart.
Sharron, you have left me in absolutely pieces with this beautiful, beautiful story. And gosh, you're amazing, because the first chapter stands alone, as does this one, but together, well, gosh. Gosh again.
Right, I need a cup of tea RIGHT NOW. Strong one. I'm in no fit state for anything else, thanks to the effect this story has had on me.
The ending brought a tear to my eye. Mission accomplished, Sharron. As always, you discover just the right photos to accompany the story.
You are an old softy. I suspected that about you. I sure am enjoying your story Junior's Luck! Big project.
I appreciate your continued support. It makes it fun.
Now that is a very cool story and ending, Sharron! And good job with the the dialect.
hah! Thanks! You know, Ron, I have written enough 50-stories to know now that I need to go directly to the heart of the story. All the details about who killed the mother, how Ian was able to adopt and raise a baby, and all that, was not important. The story was simply about a man and a child who needed someone to love.
Ah.... WAY nice. And that's the troooth. ))
Thank you, Kate. Both were lost, both were found. ( Reminds me a bit of Eizer Griggs and little Eli.)
Very much yes ))))
Beautiful. The Land of the Faeries awaits. This lovely story fits well into the pantheon of mysterious Celtic tales of creatures found upon the shore that bring joy to humans in their hour of need. And Bill Joel's lullaby is perfect. Thank you, Sharron, for a lovely start to the day.
Thank you, Sue. Those opening bars of Billy Joel's lullaby make me burst into tears every time. It is like a toggle switch. I am not sure why. Some songs just grab the heart.
That one certainly does.
I'll skip the song but that was a good attempt imo. I understand the story just fine!
Thank you, Kim. I did the voice over four times and still couldn't quite get it. I've been away from the Highlands for seven years.... sigh.
Oh! I didn't listen to it yet, I was basing my comment on your writing.
Give it a go. It is only four minutes. The accent is 80% there... and provides a little atmosphere, I think. But I need to polish it up.
A tear tae ma eye as well--now that's scrambling up the brogue! But just what's needed: a mix of scrambling, wandering and wondering hearts and your tale!
My friend, David, in South Scotland would say , "T'would bring a tear tae a glass eye!" Thanks for accepting my attempt at the dialect. I need to get back to Scotland, my second home, but I fear I never will.
No place for fear.
Now is the time for courage.
Alright, eyes a bit wet, not too bad, don't need a tissue <sniff> well maybe one...
Well done, dear lady! 💚💚💚
Sorry! I guess I got you. Ha ha ha! Thanks so much, my friend, for always reading over here at Leaves.
Cut to five years later. Perfect. We know what we need to know and we can guess at the rest if we want to. I will admit to a tear in my eye, starting about halfway through. I love the way you brought this story home, Sharron. Just beautiful.
Thank you for reading it, Jim. Men and their children. This theme of father-love seems to come up in my writing from time to time. It is a wistful/wishful topic that lives somewhere under the heart.
As always, Sharron, brilliant! It brought tears to my eyes! So, so lovely.
Thanks, kid! I skipped over about five years, but I think I hit the heart of the story.
It was perfect. Readers can fill those 5 years with their own imaginations, and it will be seamless! Great work, Sharron!
👍🏻 Thanks, sweetheart.
So beautiful and sensitive as usual. I was read fairy stories when I was small. Thank you, Sharon.
I am happy you liked this little story, Yael. I loved this father-daughter duet, myself, though I wasn't sure I did it justice. Thank you.
What a lovely and heartfelt conclusion, Sharron. It’s perfect. Also, those stories we hear hundreds of times are the best ones—especially when we’re young.
What’s across the ocean, Child? Walmart and Home Depot!
I smirk, because I once decided to see what was at the far north end of our road. When I finally arrived there at Yellowknife, NWT, instead of dirt floor log cabins with bearskin doors, I found the local Walmart.
I lived next door to a MacDonalds .... in Milan. urrrgh.
The world is not what our hearts want it to be, is it.
Not yet.
You just left the door of hope open a tiny crack.
Sharron, you have left me in absolutely pieces with this beautiful, beautiful story. And gosh, you're amazing, because the first chapter stands alone, as does this one, but together, well, gosh. Gosh again.
Right, I need a cup of tea RIGHT NOW. Strong one. I'm in no fit state for anything else, thanks to the effect this story has had on me.
(That's a compliment, trust me.) xxx
Dear, Rebecca. Thank you so much for these comments. You have lifted my spirits. I really needed that right now…