My mind takes me to the courtyard of her home where I hear the boats go by. I was drawn to her like a moth to the flame. Suzanne, I watched you dance at Le Vieux Moulin with Armand, never daring to encroach. Entranced by the crazy energy emanating from you.
I remember the imperfection of the crooked floors and our conversations while we had tea and oranges.
I still find myself drifting on the river of time, seeking to find meaning and love in this confusion we call life.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
This has been one of my favourite songs of all time and this week after having listened to it again, I decided to find out the history of the song. So there was actually a Suzanne and I didn't know that it was a Leonard Cohen song. Heard different singers do their version. In my biased mind I still think Neil Diamond's version is the best. This week's story itself I am unsure if I have been able to do it justice.