Post 1481. Sunday March 19
Sunday Photo Fiction.
I should be content. Happy. After all, I have it all. But I didn’t choose this life, it chose me. Lured me, tempted me. I am envied by many, resented by some. After all, why me? What did I ever do to disserve all this? A wealthy beau, this mansion. Opulence, extravagance.
I often stand here. I watch the life I left played out below me. The hustle and bustle, Chatter and laughter. Nods winks and cheeky grins.
He touches my arm. I shudder. Come away he says. He sees the longing in my eyes, senses the envy I feel as I gaze downward. I shouldn’t blame him. After all, I allowed him to him sweep me off my feet. Tempt me. Take me away. Isolate me.
They begged me not to go. They warned me, told me I belonged with them. Not him. Anybody but him they said. I laughed. Mocked them. Accused them of jealousy. They disowned me, cast me aside. If only I had heeded their warnings. Why did I not see what they saw?
I miss you Mummy. Please forgive me.
A story inspired by the picture at Sunday Photo Fiction