The Sad Tale of Lucy Mae

The Sad Tale of Lucy Mae

The boy stared into the girl's pale blue eyes and with his lips, kissed her goodbye for the very last time.

He turned and slowly walked away knowing this would be their final farewell.

She hoped and prayed he would turn and come back, but he never did, he simply continued his straight path away from her.

She fell to her knees and cried as her heart burst from the agony of despair.

She teetered there for a moment and then fell over dead.

She was young, beautiful, and well educated.

But he came along, handsome and smooth spoken, and took her away from all she knew.

He toyed with her her emotions and took what he wanted in private favors.

He left her for the love of another, thusly sealing her doom.

She lay there on that green field, hair spread about like golden strands of thread, all alone, with no one to come, no one to claim her lifeless, frail corps.

Memories of her amongst the townspeople faded like early morning mist.

No one ever knew what became of her.

No one ever thought much about it.

Most believed she had run off with the fine looking young man, living somewhere far away.

Little did they know she was not so far.

Sadly there she lay to this very day, undiscovered.

Only the Raven that sat atop the tree that day,  overlooking a green, green pasture, knew the truth for sure.

 He had seen it all.

Today the old bird sits atop the belfry tower in town and, 

at the precise moment of her death, cries out, with such mournful sorrow, “Lucy Mae, Lucy Mae.”

And to this day, the townspeople don't understand why.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Wow, this is powerful writing that fills my mind with sad, stark images. Any plans to continue? If so, your opener is a genuine winner.

[emmajoy]

'She lay there on that green field, hair spread about like golden strands of thread, all alone, with no one to come .. .. '

This could so easily be a tale or song repeated by a traveller moving place to place, spreading the Word, sharing the lights and shadows of life past, present.. and maybe. -the future. There's the sweetest simplicity here.. but the core of it says so much. Those last two words.. have a touch of magic.