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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

I decide.

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