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