I couldn’t not do this one: Matt’s prompt for this weeks Flash Fiction Foray is one of my all time favourites, Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks.
Three days after the letter arrived, her body was found at Beachy Head. On the paper tucked into her sleeve, the words, smudged by tears or rain, were barely legible. … died of his wounds last Friday … loves you … will always strive to be with you. And that is indeed what happened. Two lives lost; two souls join, repetitively, in grieving recognition of a battle won. If you close your eyes, you can feel it, barely a puff of air, threading a ghostly path between the bustle of commuters: Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station, every Friday night.