That was lovely. What a fitting end. No really. A brilliant ending. You are a word-magician. You really are. I can imagine the sadness in Will each time he had to ferry someone he had known... Lovely. Absolutely lovely. Thank you for this story. *bows*
Thank you for reading and commenting, and loving it. I have a soft spot for this story, and it is not really ending, just this chapter of it. Havana, like Paris, is eternal.
As for the ending, how else could it have ended, really? Lives caught up in a maelstrom, there were bound to be casualties. But, life is about living, not dying, and the spark of hope is still there.
Again, thank you for your kind words. They keep me going.
You got a nice rolling way in the telling of your story, like the swell that lifts a boat in an anchorage, just that gentle rocking reminding you how it's all connected one shore to another, past to the future, same ocean, same moon and stars.
I'm a real t-baby (means tenderheart) and it breaks mine to read of the cruelty that exists in this world of mine (and yes, I know it exists--I have selective blindness) so that part of your tale was difficult to read. Loved Will's skill in dealing with a very hard job, an odd hospice to say the least. I like the way the two captains support one another, best friends keeping one another safe. Oh, wow, I just remembered your boxes story--advent? calendar? Yeah, like that--loving who you love.
Thank you, I am so happy you took that feeling away with you. Hope, and love, that is all we really have, in the end. To spend eternity with the one you love, it has its beauty but there is also the world around you with its succession of wars and hatred and ugliness. I believe that only a true, deep love and friendship could endure.
I love telling stories, and to be able to give pleasure doing so is the greatest compliment ever.
As always, thank you so much for commenting, but mostly for reading, giving the story life through your eyes.
I need to go back and read (and reread) this from the beginning, to do justice to something as profound as this. Your story-telling is so wonderfully sensory, that I can 'see' all of this happening so vividly. It is heartbreaking, yes, that this horror and cruelty exists in the world. And yet, what you've done here, by placing J & W alongside the wars and revolutions, is to show that love is a constant. Not just their love, but love itself. That love endures, and heals, and can change things for the better. Thank you so much for sharing this. It's melancholy and beautiful and makes my heart ache in the best kind of way.
You get it. Completely. Love is what holds life together, keeps one sane, allows one to continue on, not despair. Immortality is not a bed of roses, but without love and hope, it would spiral down into insanity.
This story is dear to me, in many ways. I am so happy you liked it. Thank you, for reading, for understanding, for caring.
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As for the ending, how else could it have ended, really? Lives caught up in a maelstrom, there were bound to be casualties. But, life is about living, not dying, and the spark of hope is still there.
Again, thank you for your kind words. They keep me going.
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I'm a real t-baby (means tenderheart) and it breaks mine to read of the cruelty that exists in this world of mine (and yes, I know it exists--I have selective blindness) so that part of your tale was difficult to read. Loved Will's skill in dealing with a very hard job, an odd hospice to say the least. I like the way the two captains support one another, best friends keeping one another safe. Oh, wow, I just remembered your boxes story--advent? calendar? Yeah, like that--loving who you love.
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I love telling stories, and to be able to give pleasure doing so is the greatest compliment ever.
As always, thank you so much for commenting, but mostly for reading, giving the story life through your eyes.
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This story is dear to me, in many ways. I am so happy you liked it. Thank you, for reading, for understanding, for caring.
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