Press the Button : Part 7

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James and I looked at each other in total silence what on Earth had just happened , WTF was going on!
Things were just getting weirder and weirder . We could not decide what to do, to stay or to follow the others.

The Library did feel safe and we really wanted to feel safe but we knew we could not lose Dean and Kaylie. So taking a deep breath I grabbed James’s hand and we followed them into the book.

We could see them a little way off in the distance moving through streets filled with words and pictures, shops full of poems and songs it was amazing . The further we went into the book the safer we felt it was as if calm was washing over us. It was so peaceful we began to forget what had happened before. Nothing seemed important anymore it was as if nothing that had gone before was of any importance.

We spent what felt like hours wandering around this magical place. Then a moment of clarity hit me, I turned to James and said can you believe this we are in a book within a fabulous library onboard a Spaceship. James wasn’t listening he was laughing. He was pointing to a Pub . He had spotted Dean and Kaylie inside and wanted us to join them.

I looked through the window and saw Dean and Kaylie, sitting at a table made of words, they were chatting to three or four people who looked vaguely familiar.

We couldn’t get the door open, until I found the button, the red button marked press. So again I pressed the button.

decorating-with-words-14 — Table made of words

To be continued…….

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Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits. View all posts by willowdot21

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