Posted Thursday August 11
She sits and stares. Unfocused eyes swimming to the horizon, gazing into infinity. No sign of tears. Her expressionless face an empty canvas, a sea of pallor.
I look into her eyes. I see nothing but a swirling mist of grey, that sparkle gone. I try to ask why, but a cloud of despair envelopes her. She hears me not.
I will wait. I’ll stay by her side for as long as it takes for her to return. But for now, she walks a path of her own. Somewhere. Alone. I know not where.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Adam Ickes for the inspirational photograph.
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Great words, very profound and moving.
ReplyDeleteHi Keith - sad thoughtful reflections ... not easy. Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteNicely done. It's hard to be there for someone who really isn't there right now.
ReplyDeleteI have kniwn this feeling from time to time. Someone just being there is a comfort. Really nice writing!
ReplyDeleteDear Keith,
ReplyDeleteI hope she returns soon. Beautifully rendered.
Shalom,
Rochelle
If only she would notice you there and be able to walk away from depression.
ReplyDeleteI think understanding, love, and patience (and encouragement to seek out help later) is the only thing that can be given. Very sad story, beautifully told. The mood comes through with the words.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, very sad. And now I see the picture mirror the story, somehow extended into infinity like her stare. I know it's the same picture as everyone else used but your story has made me see it differently!
ReplyDeleteA sad story. Not knowing the circumstances makes it an universal story. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a feeling of loneliness!
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