for Friday Fictioneers.
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Gerald and his devoted wife Maisy spent a lifetime producing intricate pieces of furniture. Gerald crafting timber, Maisy, fashioning upholstery.
Hardly a house in the village lacked one of their elegant creations.
In time their once nimble hands weakened. A lifetime of polishing and stitching had to end but not before making something special for themselves.
The entire village turned out to bid them farewell. Their final creations, two satin-draped coffins graced the chapel. Between them, Millicent, their daughter played her violin as the choir sang Gerald and Maisy’s favourite song…
If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady …
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Sandra Crook for the picture.
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A beautiful story Keith
That’s most kind of you Sadje, thank you.
You’re welcome Keith
Dear Keith,
Such a touching story. Of course, the song is running through my head with gleeful abandon. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Mine too Rochelle, it has been all day! Thanks so much.
Beautiful.Very touching.
Thank you so much, Indira.
What a beautiful tale. Well done, Keith.
Much appreciated Mason, thank you.
You’re welcome.
Awww! Wonderfully told, sweet!🌷
A lovely comment, thank you!
Lovely mini-tale and a unique take on the prompt.
Thanks so much, Christine, I like to take the less obvious route when I can!
Oh Keith, this is wonderful!
That’s so kind of you Di, thank you.
You are such a romantic! This is absolutely lovely, Keith.
That’s really kind of you Dale, thank you.
I say what I mean 🙂
What a beautiful relationship they shared with each other and their community. A dream come true. Neat accompanying graphics!
They certainly did. Thank you Lisa.
You’re welcome.
They’re quite a fine example of true love~
Indeed. Thanks Larry
Very much a loving reminder of my parents, Keith. Thanks for the memories.
A lovely comment Gail, thank you so much.
A precious story of lives well lived.
They were indeed.Thams Mimi.
Almost like their talent came full circle. Shame to bury such craftsmanship.
A shame, but fitting I felt. Thanks Tannelle.
A sweet tale, but a bit chilling thinking of them crafting their own coffins… 😮
To you and me, it is, but for them it was the natural thing to do. Cheers Ali.
Make your own coffin sounds so much more worthy than planning your order of service and the hymns and flowers.
Indeed, if only I possesed the skills.
Guess they didn’t trust anyone else to make their coffins!
You could be right!
a life well-lived for both of them and an appreciative village to boot.
That’s exactly as I imagined them. Thanks so much plaridel.
What a beautiful story… now I have “Hey, Jude” mixed with “Beautiful Lady” scrambling my already fried brain.
Two lovely songs. Thanks so much Bear.
Well if you have to go, then might as well go off in style. I am sure people were asking were they could get one just like those.
Where they could get one of those beautiful coffins. (correct to my last).
I’m sure they were James. Cheers.
This is so sweet and sad. Lovely.
That’s kind of you Sheena, thank you.
How lucky they were to die at the same time…
This is a very imaginative take on the prompt, Keith. I like it.
Indeed they were. Thanks for you generous words Penny.
Creative way to use the prompt and the song. Impressive, Keith.
I’m pleased you liked it, thanks Linda.
A touching take, thank you for going in that direction.
Thanks for your kind words.
A story to warm my heart,,
I’m so pleased you liked it Michael, thank you.
Hurray for a life well-lived and a story well crafted … 😉
Yes … and thank you Na’ama!
🙂
Oh, I really loved this, Keith! A beautiful story.
I’m pleased, thanks so much Brenda.
Aw, what a bitter-sweet tale. And thank you for planting that song in my head… 🙂
Thanks so much.
That was a lovely tale. Dying together has to make it much easier on both.
It’s something I’m sure many would wish for. Thanks Nobbin.
Awwww that’s lovely
Well, thank you Laurie,
An endearing story, they were together to the end. Well done.
Indeed they were. Thank you.