Connie had a far-away expression on her face as she stared out from the shore toward the ocean. She let out a sigh and began humming that old Carole King song, “So Far Away.”
You’re so far away.
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
And then her mind wandered to the Dire Straits song with the same title.
You’re so far away from me.
So far I just can’t see.
You’re so far away from me.
She didn’t understand how Jason could have left her alone and by herself. He said he loved her but that he had some things he had to attend to overseas and that he wouldn’t be gone very long. She had hardly heard from him since he left and was so worried that he would never be coming back.
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At the very same time, Jason was also staring out to sea, thinking about Connie. He was thinking about what to tell her, and, equally as important, when to tell her. He thought of that Jackson Browne song, “Fountain of Sorrow.”
When you see through love’s illusions, there lies the danger.
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool.
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger.
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life,
Like a fountain from a pool.
And then he thought of the Gordon Lightfoot song, “If You Could Read My Mind.”
I never thought I could feel this way,
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feeling’s gone
And I just can’t get it back.
Did he even have the courage to tell her? All he knew was that he had to stay away.
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Connie and Jason, each alone, each staring out to sea, each thinking of the other. Each in their own, very different way.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
This, That, and the Other 
My best guess is that Jason is not coming back.
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Good guess.
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Sometimes people for the lack of courage to come clean, hurt the people who love them, more then needed.
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True. It takes courage to be truthful.
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Jason has AIDS?
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That might explain things.
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Dang.
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Love the photo and the story works great! Bonus points for using my name!
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There is no making hearts do our bidding.
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And I find myself thinking of that Bob Dylan song, “Boots Of Spanish Leather”.
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Oh. I like that song. Didn’t know it was a Dylan song — or maybe this is a different song by the same name. No, upon searching it’s the same song.
Boots of Spanish Leather – Nanci Griffith
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