The song is ended,

but as the songwriter wrote: the melody lingers on.

-Ira Gershwin

A/N: If you've ever read any of my stories, you know how often a song inspires me to scribble a fic or how often I use songs in fics. So I decided, in an attempt to get me producing more short fics rather than unfinished multichapters, to write a collection of song-inspired fics. So, here's the plan: one song inspired fic for each letter of the alphabet.

However, if you've read any of my fic you know that my muse does what it wants, plans be damned. So these won't necessarily be in alphabetical order. But hopefully enjoyable, and hopefully I actually finish this collection. But whatever comes, I hope you enjoy, and I thank you, as always for your readership and kind support.

And here's a little bonus…

Edith passed by stand after stand of displayed jewelry, scarves, hats, gloves. One hand was clamped firmly around her daughter's. They were shopping for Aunt Rosamund's birthday present and Marigold had come along. They turned the corner into an open room with polished marble floors and a glass ceiling which streamed sunlight upon them. In the center, a beautiful grand piano echoed its tinkling notes through the hall. She and Marigold stood, listening for a moment, clapped lightly when the song ended, and then turned to continue their shopping.

Edith was I the midst of examining a beaded handbag when the new melody reached her ears, and her heart.

It was a waltz, simple and yet sweeping, a melody for lovers. It was as familiar to her as the sound of Marigold's laughter, though she hadn't heard it in years.

It was the song she and Anthony had selected to be their marriage waltz.

She was unable to keep herself from turning towards the music.

And as she did so she met a pair of beautiful, adoring blue eyes.

He smiled at her.

And then, she awoke.

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