What Mattered Most
A Shirley Holmes Short Story

by Boo Rogue Amazon
        1000 words

Well I want to warn you now that this isn't a happy piece but hey, they can't all be happy. I'm about to go explanation mode on you all so try not to fall asleep on me. Anyone who has talked to me in the Chatroom should know by now that I'm a GJRSer, that stands for the Gabrielle and Joxer's Romantic Society.

On that mailing list we periodically have what we call a Lyrics Challenge writing contest. I have written five stories for these only missing one because I was out of town. Anyway in the tradition of the Lyrics Challenge I heard this song again for the first time in awhile and decided that I could squeeze a pretty good Shirley story out of these Lyrics. See the way it works is that we are all sent Lyrics via our e-mail and we have exactly one week to come up with a story on them.

The rules entitle us to use the title of the song as the title of our story and we have to use at least one line from the song in our story. The stories also have to be pure verse stories, no crossovers.

So I'm going to follow these rules and write a Shirley story based on the song lyrics below. I know you all are just tickled pink, aren't you.

Ok I'm going now, seriously I'm gone, got a story to write and all........................Ok back sorry I forgot, Shirley and co do not belong to me, Blah, blah, blah (insert legal stuff here). Ok I'm really gone this time.




The small, unkempt bar was awash in smoke. To say the place was a dive would be an understatement, even the rats had better sense to come into the run down hole in the wall located in the heart of New York City. The solitary figure of young blonde man was sitting in silence didn't seem to mind the atmosphere. On the contrary it fit his mood rather well. With blue eyes and a medium build he was just on the verge of manhood. Old enough to drink himself into a senseless stupor but young enough to still carry the marked appearance of a teenager. With a look of utter despair upon his continence he starred into the depths of his beer looking for absolution…and oblivion. Bo Sawchuck still couldn't believe that it had been three days, three long, endless days, since he lost the most important person in his life. His thoughts drifted from the oblivion of his beer to the mind's eye picture of Shirley Holmes, which refused to leave him in peace. In his depressed, preoccupied state Bo failed to notice the scantily clad woman that idled up to him, perching herself on the stool next to him.

"Hey handsome," she purred, "you look like someone just killed your favorite puppy. How about letting Lola buy you a drink." Bo didn't even look at her, he just replied in a disinterested voice.

"If you don't mind I would rather you didn't. I want to be alone." Lola, a woman that was close to Bo's twenty-one in years but light years light years ahead of him in experience, knew that this young man had woman troubles stamped on is forehead in bold, black ink for all the world to see.

"What is her name, Hon?" she asked softly. Lola always did have a soft spot for men with women troubles. Bo just scowled and sighed. Part of him wanted to just be left alone with his monumental failure but then there was that other side, the one urging him to confide in this stranger.

"Her name is Shirley," he said quietly. Lola just waited. She could almost predict what he would say next, it was always the same. The girl was always an angel or a goddess depending on who was telling the story, and she was always the only girl they had ever loved. But Bo surprised her. "She was annoying," he said with the first grin to split his features in days. "And bossy, she also knew everything about everything. She had blonde hair, deep blue eyes, cute but not beautiful. And her fashion sense, well lets just say it's unique." Lola's face had taken on a stunned look; she was not only sympathetic now, she was intrigued.

"She sounds, um, interesting." Bo finally looked at Lola. She was a stunning he realized with a start. With deep chestnut hair, exotic green eyes, and a body to die for. Still she didn't hold a candle to Shirley in his mind; he had a sinking feeling no one else ever would.

"She is .... see with Shirley it was her quirks that made life an new experience. I mean I have meet more beautiful women, more sophisticated ones, even dangerous women, but in the end I found my way back to her. We were childhood friends, had a lot of .... adventures together. It wasn't until I moved away and then came back that our relationship changed, became something more. And now..........." he trailed off choking on his own words.

"What happened?" Lola prompted thoroughly entranced with Bo's story now. Bo just shook his head in a negative gesture, and then took a swig of beer to fortify himself.

"It had been building for awhile, I see that now. I had been working more, she had been studying, we were losing track of each other. Three days ago it came to a head. I ran into an old girlfriend of mine, her name was Heather. She was having some problems so we went back to my and Shirley's apartment. One thing led to another and soon after, well Shirley came home early. I remember her face, it was a mask of stone. I rushed after her, trying to explain but she wouldn't even look at me, I could see the tears, but I turned away from her. I thought I knew her so well, but I didn't know her at all. When she came back later that night I had been drowning my sorrows in a bottle of wine. I said things, cruel things....I ......" Bo had to stop for a minute a sob tearing at his throat. "I called her cold and unfeeling, a robot with........" He couldn't continue. Lola was just starring at him in shock, now she had a feeling of dread running down her spine to her toes.

"Can you fix it, find her...grovel. A woman does love a good groveling," she half joked. Bo didn't laugh, he just looked more miserable. "She left after the fight ...... realizing what I had done I followed her. I called her name, she turned ..... there was anger blazing in her eyes. She didn't see the car, they didn't see her ...... and when I got to her it was already too late." Bo was numb again, the last words were said softly, barely audible to anyone who wasn't waiting for them. Lola's face had taken on a stricken, horrified look. For once in her life she was struck completely speechless. She left Bo as silently as she had come. Bo didn't even notice.

"My God what have I done," Bo thought helplessly to himself. "I never even told her that I loved her.

THE END

What Mattered Most
Ty Herndon


I thought I knew, the girl so well
But if she was sad, I couldn't tell
I missed the point, I missed the signs
So if she's gone the fault is mine
I know, I know; a whole lot of little things
Even though, I could list them one by one
She would still be gone

Chorus

Her eyes were blue, her hair was long
In 64 she was born, In Baton Rogue
Her favorite song was in my life
I memorized her every move
I knew her books, her car, her clothes
But I paid no attention
To what mattered most


I never asked, she never said
And when she cried, I turned my head
She dreamed her dreams, behind closed doors
That made them easy to ignore
I know, I know, I missed the forest for the tress
Now all I have to show, Oh when she walked out the door
The cold facts and nothing more.

Chorus

Her eyes were blue, her hair was long
In 64 she was born, In Baton Rogue
Her favorite song was in my life
I memorized her every move
I knew her books, her car, her clothes
But I paid no attention
To what mattered most

Her eyes were blue, her hair was long
In 64 she was born, In Baton Rogue
Her father's tall; her mother's gone
She moved out west when she was two
The way she laughed, The way she loved
Oh my God what did I do.