She’s a Lady – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Flowers often take me back to that simpler time – the 1960s – when the world was young and idealistic.
A generation of people preached peace and brotherly love, then grew up to exploit the banking system and bring the world economy crashing to its knees.
And, in passing, to invade Iraq, Afghanistan and a host of other sovereign states.
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Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

She’s a Lady
My favourite song is an old hippy anthem.
She’s a Lady, by John Sebastian.
It tells of a fleeting but perfect encounter with a girl who is ‘floating along with a whimsical twinkling in her strange green eyes’.
And of the feeling that, some days, ‘it was raining daisies’.
Real sixties’ flower power.
And now, in my own sixties, I am still looking for that special lady who I will love forever.
You see, I am a romantic.
I still believe in true love.
I still think I will find her.
That perfect partner who I won’t get bored or irritated with.
Who makes me feel it might yet, some day, rain daisies.
Who, unlike all the others, I will never have to kill.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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56 Responses to She’s a Lady – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. I loved that song. Takes me back to a time more innocence and definitely more peaceful. Well, the world may not have been more peaceful, but then I was a bit more oblivious when I was young. I enjoy how you express yourself. A poetry I can understand. I loved Scotland when I visited in the early 90s.

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  2. rogershipp says:

    Surely a romantic still. Eternally looking…

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  3. Susan Langer says:

    Loved the song. Remember it well. 🙂

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  4. Danny James says:

    Remember it well!

    DJ

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  5. Dave says:

    They just shouldn’t let cynics take on romantic imagery.

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  6. Lyn says:

    Oookay… daisies are good — even raining daisies. But the last line? Hmmm LOL I think I’ll steer clear 🙂

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  7. luckyjc007 says:

    Nothing ventured, nothing gained…just keep trying and it just might come about! Life doesn’t end until you take that last breath!

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  8. As I was reading this, my thoughts were:
    “Oh, isn’t this sweet. Different to how the oth… oh” lol

    It’s awesome

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  9. Francesca Smith says:

    I really enjoyed this. It is clever how you wove idealism and realism to create this.

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  10. mandibelle16 says:

    Oh wonderful ending. Reminds me a bit of a couple Robert Browning poems especially “My Last Duchess.” Excellent job!

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    • ceayr says:

      Wow!
      Wilde and Browning on the same post, I am ecstatic here!
      ‘Paint must never hope to reproduce the faint
      Half-flush that dies along her throat’
      Magical words, way above the talent of this poor scribe.
      I am delighted that you found something of worth here.

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  11. Karin says:

    Well… I do have green eyes but M. Ayr, your “Lady Killer” reputation is a little intimidating! A gentleman who so consistently misplaces his paramours might consider keeping that “personality quirk” off his bio. Perhaps chatting with the debonair, suave and always top of the “World’s Most Eligible Elephants”, Sir AnElephantCant; might provide you with some useful err… tips! 😉

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    • ceayr says:

      Ah, Karin, your eyes are the least of your worries.
      I admit to having had the occasional unfortunately terminated liaison, but surely you will not hold that against me.
      Nobody is perfect, and certainly not Pinky!
      Do you not read that stuff he pours out every Saturday?

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      • Karin says:

        I do believe that Mr. J. Bond could take lessons from you M. Ayr! It’s possible that my petticoat may just have been shaken, not just stirred. I must however, disagree with you about the esteemed Sir Elephant. He is in the company of Mr. S. King, beloved by many, skewered by the few and I must confess, his Saturday offerings afford me the use of my delicately embroidered hankie – or a roll of paper towelling – whatever is closer to hand!
        😉 🙂 ❤

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  12. Good song…great post! Yes, I think many of us romantics have that same notion.

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  13. Niki says:

    Classic last line!

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  14. Hyperion says:

    I like the path through this post to the last line. I was a young witness to the make love not war generation. And it’s true, something went wrong with that simple smoke yourself into peace ideology. We became the usual destroyers of empires and societies. I didn’t interpret the last line as a serial killer but in more of the sense of Oscar Wilde’s, The Ballad of Reading Gaol, where he writes, “…each man kills the thing he loves.” He goes on to list the hows. We often start with romantic intent and end with something a bit less than romantic. Great job on that twist.

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    • ceayr says:

      Glad you enjoyed my little tale, Hyperion.
      And let me say what a nice change to see some more classical allusions here.
      I love that poem, so rich, so painful.
      My favourite line was always ‘I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye…’
      But it is a magnificent piece of work, that we mortals can only dream of aspiring to.
      Thank you.

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  15. nonnaci says:

    I fear that hate can only come out of such love. It’s a dangerous pursuit.

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  16. Dale says:

    Reading along, foolishly thinking, yes! he is a romantic, searching for the ONE. Then whammo! Last line brings me back to reality. His kind of romantic is deadly.
    Good one, Mr. Ayr!

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  17. Before you ask, no I don’t want a date thank you!
    Rosey Pinkerton’s blog

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  18. I hope he finds his true love who he doesn’t have to kill. I’m sure this guy already has a boneyard filled with women. I have a feeling when he finds her, she will kill him.

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  19. misskzebra says:

    Who knows, you may find the perfect lady, and she might get bored of you. 😉

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  20. Joy Pixley says:

    Oo, that sinister turn in the last line took me by surprise, and suddenly casts the rest in a new light. A nostalgic, romantic serial killer sounds even creepier than your average garden variety. I definitely would not want to see this man when he’s bored or irritated!

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  21. dear C.E.

    I fear no woman is going to live up to this man’s standards, at least not for long. (Aw the days of flower power…I remember them.)
    Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  22. emmylgant says:

    we die a thousand deaths each time we love…
    Brutal last line.
    And then I think about it and as you can imagine, analyse it to death. 😉

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  23. Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
    AnElephantCant pretend he is a big success
    Some say he is a blatant under-achiever
    He cannot work in a forest
    Or ever be a fun florist
    His trunk is all red because he suffers dreadfully from hay fever

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