Post 1487. Sunday March 26
Sunday Photo Fiction
One hundred and sixty steps he yells That's all.
I hesitate. Look over my shoulder.
What are you waiting for he screams. Your life is finished there.
And I so I leave.
One hundred and fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven…
A better life awaits you here he promises. You can start anew.
Is he right?
One hundred and twenty-one, twenty, nineteen …
Almost half way he calls. Faster. Faster.
Come back cries a voice from the past.
Sixty-one, sixty... sixty...
Why have you stopped cries the voice in the future.
I set off again.
Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven...
Almost here, a few steps more he says.
Will the grass be greener, am I being stupid, was it so bad, am I being greedy, will I regret it, shall I, shall I?
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two…
One step more he gleefully says.
I hesitate. Look this way and that.
Why are you weeping I ask the past. Why the menacing laugh I ask the future.
What shall I do
Two, three, four, five, six, seven…
One hundred and fifty-three steps to go.
Inspired by Jules Paige's picture at this week's Sunday Photo Fiction