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Last Goodbye

Last Goodbye

A place where we had all shared some fabulous times and made some very wonderful memories.
Ruminating on my tasks for the day I somewhat wistfully peered out of the bus window, observing pedestrians encumbered with bulging shopping bags, hurriedly heading home to peel parsnips, roast chestnuts and wrap last minute treasures in gaudy paper before safely ensconcing them beneath their Christmas trees. I sighed at the thought of the labour ahead of me, for although it was only shopping I envied those who were done with such undertakings.
Taking in the sights of festively decorated windows, behind which stood proud conifers bedecked with multicoloured baubles and vibrant fairy lights I longed to be finished for the day; spending done, food refrigerated, gifts swathed in tissue and ribbons.

 The bus slowed to a stop to allow more passengers to alight and my attention was suddenly caught by a familiar figure, inside a tanning salon I spied Stacey, an old friend from my youth! I marvelled to myself about how fantastic she looked, her coal black hair expertly coiffured into upswept spikes, her still slim and girlish physique encased in leather and lace and a stack of silver bangles glistening on both of her bone white, slender wrists. Back in the day we had both competed to be the Queen of the Goth scene and although on that day Stacey would have won hands down I couldn't help but giggle to myself - a Goth with a tan? what was she thinking? No self respecting Goth would be seen dead in a tanning salon surely!

  Continuing on my journey I couldn't help but muse on the sighting of my friend, the years hadn't treated me too badly, but she had looked a total knock out, she didn't seem to have aged at all. Later that evening, my chores complete I mentioned the encounter to my fiancé. He laughingly suggested she had discovered the elixir of youth and I had to agree with him! In a subsiquent phone call to a mutual friend I discussed the experience at some length bemoaning the fact of the passing years as together we pondered what Stacey's secret could possibly be.

 Just as I was intending to retire for the night my phone beeped shrilly, indicating a late night text from my aforementioned pal. Rather ominously the message read 'Check Facebook.'
Thinking she could only be referring to our earlier conversation I logged in and tentatively typed Stacey's full name into the search bar. Upon reaching her page I read the most current post and my blood ran cold . . . it was a heartfelt message from her beloved husband, lamenting the passage of his beautiful wife who had cruelly been taken from him by cancer.
It seemed she had been ill for sometime and had lost her battle with the dreadful disease only the day before.

 As I brooded on this tragic state of affairs, experiencing the bitter sweet remembrance of our friendship and epic nights out together an unexpected recollection hit me like a bolt from the blue: Sundaze Tanning Salon had previously been an insurance brokers with a cosy flat above, a flat where Stacey and her then boyfriend Michael had resided for a time, a place where we had all shared some fabulous times and made some very wonderful memories.

© Countess - 08-06-18


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ghostgirl
a touching tale indeed!
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Mr. Ghost Stories
A really amazing way of telling a heartfelt experience, thank you for sharing this with us.
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