Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! Each Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields chooses a photo prompt, provided by participants of FF. This week’s photo comes from the talented Björn Rudberg. To read other stories in this week’s series or to join in, check out details on Rochelle’s blog site: Addicted to Purple. Check out notes, at the end of this piece. As always, I welcome honest, considerate or constructive feedback. Please leave a comment, and tell me what you think.
As Gabriella and Don José sat in the dark café, the sad notes from the guitar and mandolin filled the room. Gabriella reached for her father’s gnarled hands.
“Sé que lo amaba, padre.” I know that you loved him, father.
Don José closed his eyes and let the music wash over him. He held the yellow rose in his hand, and smiled benignly at her.
“Yes my love, his words filled my soul. You carry his name, mi amor.” His eyes brimmed with tears. “The world has lost some magic, m’hija.”
For hours, the musicians played on– honoring the life of Gabo.
Note: I knew when I saw this photo, where I wanted to go with this week’s prompt– but it took me a while to dig into the story. There’s been a lot on my plate, to say the least. This past week, the world lost a great writer, a brilliant mind, the father of magical realism. Gabriel García Márquez was considered by many, to the be the greatest Spanish writer of all time. I believe he was one of the greatest writers of any language or genre! Love in the Time of Cholera and One Hundred Years of Solitude changed my life, as a young college student. Gabo, as he was affectionately called by many, opened the door to the spectacular world of writers like: Isabelle Allende, Salman Rushdie, Toni Morrison, Alice Hoffman, Mark Helprin, Carlos Fuentes… While he was 87 years old; he had lived a long and richly full life; I felt a deep sense of sadness at the news of his passing. This photo, with its dark lighting and sensual imagery, immediately made me think of latin guitar music… and Gabriel García Márquez.
For more on Gabriel García Márquez, read this. Eloquently written by Salman Rushdie, another writer I have loved.: http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/21/books/review/gabriel-garcia-marquezs-work-was-rooted-in-the-real.html?_r=0
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