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The Music Was Soft...

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The phone rang and she picked it up, it felt heavy in her hand because she got so use to the cell phones. It was Heidi, her daughter, and her voice rushed like water, wanting to know what had happened.

She brushed the sweaty hair away from her face as she wanted to choose only the right words to express what had actually happened. There was an odd peace in her heart and that's what she really wanted to start with. She wanted to talk about the good times. She wanted to speak of memories that she hoped to cherish, she wanted to talk about how loving Heidi's father was. She wanted the phone call to be nothing but a happy conversation.

The phone she held in her hand brought back memories of her past that she so dearly missed. She remember the late night chats with her husband when they first were married. The banter, the small talk, even empty words that meant so much. The distraction from reality was what she needed at the moment. She talked to Heidi about the many times she'd kick while in her stomach. The times when she told her daughter she must have been wearing high heels in her womb, because some of the kicks were sharp and direct.

She couldn't help but to notice that the receiver smelled like furniture polish. It was the brand she bought twenty years ago, because it was on sale at Walgreen. She never used another product since, and that smell brought a warm sensation to her heart.

The man she married had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes, and he became the silver haired, round belly pain in the ass she loved right up to the day he died and beyond.

She tried to explain to her daughter, that she had a wonderful life, and she'd do it over again if she could live it all over.

Her daughter tried to tell her she needed her and she tried to bridge the distance between life and death.

She wished her daughter a good life and she hung up the phone. She looked at the photos above the fireplace and smiled. Her family watched her from the picture frames as she drew a bath. She filled the water with a lavender scented bath oil. Her husband loved it when she had that Lavender scent on her body. She then walked over to the closet and took out a toaster she got as a wedding present. They had it for more than forty years and never took it out the box. She even forgot who gave it to her. It was brand new and she would use it for the first time.

The music was soft as the voice of her favorite crooner bellowed out a song titled I'm going to sit right down and write myself a letter.

She loved singing that song to Heidi when she was still in the womb. Her daughter would kick up a storm when she stopped. Those memories would never leave her heart, and she knew it.

The Lavender scent dominated the hallway when she opened the bathroom door. It was almost intoxicating. It made her even forget about the doctor's report that clearly indicated that her tumor was too close to the heart, and it caused the cancer to spread throughout her body. The report did not suggest treatment. It only prescribed pain killers in which she refused. 30 days was the most she'd get out of life to settle her affairs. It only took 3 days and everything was settled. Almost everything.

I'm going to sit right down and write myself a letter, and make believe it came from you, write words so sweet, knock me off my feet, put kisses on the bottom...

Frank Sinatra's voice was drowning out every sound with his swing music and the scent of lavender was dominated by the smell of electricity and smoke.

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© 2018 Frank Atanacio

Comments

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 13, 2018:

Mary thank you so much...

Mary from From the land of Chocolate Chips,and all other things sweet. on May 13, 2018:

You have such a way with words, I love reading your hubs.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 28, 2018:

Missy thank you loving this one..LOL I enjoy reading your comments.. and it's good seeing you too..:) Bless you.. Hope all goes well with the Kidneys..:(

Missy Smith from Florida on April 28, 2018:

Wow! I love this one. You capture the human experience brilliantly. I think this is exactly what we would all be thinking and doing with that type of news. Actually, I do feel bad a little more often than I use to, and I worry about what I will find out each doctor visit, and these type of images do come into my mind even then. The simple loving things that matter is what I think about. I have to go see a kidney specialist next month, because my bloodwork showed that my kidneys don't seem to be functioning quite right. I'm not super worried at this point. It could be anything at my age, but this story just makes me remember to forget about the stresses of life and live in the moment. Oh, and I love Sinatra. I may just go listen to this song right now. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 27, 2018:

Hey Crissp, thanks for reading my flash, I think it was done by Monro, Presley and ole blues eyes himself.. I'm thinking Sammy Davis too and Gray... did I get it? LOL bless you

CrisSp from Sky Is The Limit Adventure on April 27, 2018:

Lavender scents is one my favourites. It helps me relax and calm my senses or maybe it's all in the mind, eh?

Nice flash! Soothing and not soothing at the same time- you get the drift like "bridge the distance between life and death". But like a licorice twist, what brilliant spin you made of this creation.

I enjoyed the read. Meanwhile, signing off with this soft music: "So I leave you softly, long before you miss me. Long before your arms can beg me stay..." ~ :)

P.S. Can you name the song (and the singer)?

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 17, 2018:

thanks manatita for checking out my music..:)

manatita44 from london on April 17, 2018:

A serious piece of flash. Fiowed with delicacy and finesse. A great ending!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 17, 2018:

Thank you MsDora for listening to my music..lol bless you

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on April 17, 2018:

At least, she was at peace. Impressed by the sensations of sound, scent and smell at the very end. It was like having company. Another great episode!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 15, 2018:

Ruby.. thank you sooo much..:)

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 14, 2018:

So few days left and the pain must have been terrible. Lavender oil, water and electricity is a BAD mixture. You made her seem so real, that's great writing. I loved your story!!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 14, 2018:

greased lightning exit.. ha ha ha... thanks Shyron

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on April 13, 2018:

Wow, never make toast in the bathtub, without your lavender bath-oil, will not taste good but you could make a greased lightening exit.

Seriously great hub, even with todays news for me.

Blessings my friend.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 13, 2018:

well Flourish I kind of know what you mean.. read Jodah's comment.. I almost filled my tub with Lavender water too and ... well you know the rest.. Bless you Flourish

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 13, 2018:

Picking Lavender flowers? i'm going to send you a self addressed stamped envelope.. please put your Man Card in it and drop it off at your nearest post office... Oh.. thanks for reading...PAL..:)

FlourishAnyway from USA on April 12, 2018:

Electrocuted herself in a lavender bath but refused pain meds. What’s the world coming to?

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on April 12, 2018:

Well Frank, this was the first hub I have read today. I was going to pick some lavender flowers from the garden and then make some toast for breakfast but I just changed my mind. Thanks pal. Seriously, great job with this.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 12, 2018:

thank you so much Peggy...

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on April 12, 2018:

Such a sad ending particularly for her daughter. Another Frank Sinatra song comes to mind with "I did it my way!" in the lyrics.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

Peg, thank you so much for your support...bless you

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

No heart Jive Clive...:)

Peg Cole from Northeast of Dallas, Texas on April 11, 2018:

Warm and touching, this story is close to my heart, Frank. Such a lovely tale with a bittersweet message of love, loss and remembrance. Loved the use of the song and the Lavender fragrance to bring it to all the senses.

Clive Williams from Jamaica on April 11, 2018:

Great...that old bag of bones did her self in. Nice story Frank.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

LOL.. thanks for being sweet..:)

Li-Jen Hew on April 11, 2018:

F-S the reason you wrote this story was because you were inspired by cry-babies like me ;) just kidding. I use lol to mean immediately amused and hahaha to mean giggling. Not much difference but depends on my mood since I'm C-B. I won't throw a fit lol.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

LOL, Ann you are indeed one of a kind.. bless you...:)

Ann Carr from SW England on April 11, 2018:

I'm sure you could write a musical, Frank. Now there's a challenge!

Ann

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

thanks Bill I told Ann that it was a musical...:)

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 11, 2018:

The gentle title didn't fool me at all; I knew there would be mayhem of some sort by the end. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

C-B, I write lol and you do it with hahaha.. so was just trying to figure out which you prefer... don't want no one throwing a cry-baby fit.. if I got it wrong..:)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

Ann thank you so much for checking out my soft music too.. I'm trying to show the folks who think I just write crime that there is a softer side to me. I can also write softer, caring, musicals.. no wait.. this isn't a musical.. scratch everything I just said.. LOL Frank

Li-Jen Hew on April 11, 2018:

Haha...good one F-S. What's with the lol and hahaha? random...:)

Ann Carr from SW England on April 11, 2018:

This is so poignant, so sad. I could feel her strong emotions, hear the music and smell the lavender mixed with acrid smoke.

This isn't your usual crime stuff but it's just as brilliant, if not better. I like to read something which pushes the boundaries. Well done, Frank.

Ann

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

thank you Eric for listening to my soft music.. bless you

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

Li-Jen I was always going to keep calling you cry-baby.. but I just wasn't going to tell you..:) lol or hahaha.. which ever you choose C-B

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on April 11, 2018:

"Fond" memories. I always loved that term and you lay them bare here. Moving. I shall reread this as it leaves that peaceful easy feeling about what will be and what has been.

And I can tell you that a peace does follow a report that you have 30-60 left.

Li-Jen Hew on April 11, 2018:

Lol...X)....Nah, it's okay. You can call me cry-baby anytime. :) Thank you for never failing to follow my poems and articles as well. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 11, 2018:

Li-Jen thank you for being good to my short stories I do appreciate that.. and just for that I will no longer call you a cry-baby...

Li-Jen Hew on April 11, 2018:

Hey Frank Sinatra. :) This story is different from your crime dramas, good job on that. It was a sad ending but you managed to make it subtle with the smell of electricity and smoke. High heel kick, nice metaphor. Well done and thanks for sharing. :)