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This story was inspired while I was driving home yesterday listening to
The song that inspired it is:
“Vienna”  from Linda Eder’s self titled CD
Music by Frank Wildhorn / Lyrics by Gary Berger
Copyright 1990 BMG Records

These characters do not belong to me, I am just borrowing them for a bit.
(Since no one is using them right now<g>)

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Note: The flashback in this story takes place some time after the flashback of
“Partners of the Month” (maybe 1700s-1800s)

by Amanda Berendt
Copyright 2003

    Nick sat at the small table in the corner of the restaurant by the
window, gazing past the rain streaming down the glass.  His thoughts were
far away from the time and place where he now sat.
       *Watching the rainfall in Vienna
          Pictures of another time*
    Years ago, he had sat in a corner of a tiny restaurant just like this
one, watching a cloaked figure run through the rain across the courtyard.
Entering the door to the establishment, the figure elegantly pushed back the
hood of the cloak, revealing a striking young woman with raven black hair.
She looked around briefly, then smiled sadly when her gaze met his.

        *From the corner of a small cafe
          We watched the world go by*

    She approached the table where he sat.  He rose to take her cloak,
then held the chair as she sat down.  
    “It has been many years, Nicola.” she said quietly as he resumed his
seat across the table from her.
    “Yes, Janette.... too many.” he replied, turning once more toward the

        *Now we sit here the best of strangers
         We played the game for all it’s worth*

    She touched his hand that rested on the table and he turned to face
her again.
    “We did not part on friendly terms.” she said softly meeting his eyes
again. “It was not a fit ending to those years we spent.”
         *Endless nights in Vienna’s eyes
           Take me back again
           ‘Cause in Vienna - we were poetry
           Yes in Vienna - love was alive*

    “Nicola,” she continued, taking his hand in hers. “I did not mean to
hurt you.  I was not used to that much affection - to the depth of your love...
it scared me.”
    “Would you have rather not stayed for as long as you did?” he asked
her, a bit more biting that he should have.
    Accepting his tone she answered “Of course not.  I cherished the
years we had together and I do hope someday we will be together again.”
          *Watching you watching me
            All that our eyes could see
            All of the nights
            We chased into the dawn
            It was the best time of my life*

    The hours passed and no one took much notice of the young man and
woman sitting in the corner speaking of times long past.
    Then much too quickly for Nicholas, Janette turned toward the
window.  “I must go, it will be dawn soon.” she said with obvious regret.
    As she stood, Nicholas held fast to her hand.  “Spend the day here...
with me.”
    “I am sorry, love.  I am not ready yet.  But someday, we will be
together again.”
She wrapped the cloak around her shoulders and smiled.

        *We can’t surrender to a feeling
          That dance belongs to yesterday*

    Their hands touched for another, all too brief moment, then parted.
She moved to the door, raised the hood of the cloak over her hair and
stepped out into the rain.
    Nicholas returned to his chair and gazed out at the figure retreating
across the empty courtyard.
         *Yes I still hear Vienna’s song
         Take me back again*