This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s #writephoto prompt.
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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,
When Rachel awoke two days later she was destraugt to learn of her loss. So deep was her pain and grief that Lisa feared she would loose her.
Slowly Rachel responded to Lisa’s kindness and took food and water. To Lisa’s surprised Rachel refused to morph in to a human and remained wolf.
After a week she was strong again and told Lisa she was leaving. Lisa asked her to stay but Rachel said she had to find Mathew.
Lisa, reading Rachel’s thoughts could tell that Hope was upsetting her, a constant reminder of her loss.
So Rachel bid Lisa and Hope a loving farewell and promised to return as soon as she could.
Left alone Lisa got out the toys she readied for her child. Beautiful things she had collected over the years some in payment for her healing ways from the villagers and some from her childhood.
Rachel set of to West in search of her lover, her loss raw and gnawing.
Lisa could feel the need in Hope to learn and fast.
She showed the child what she had gathered. The Rocking Horse, the dolls in the cradle, the dolls house..
The 10 day old infant smiled. Telepathically Lisa heard Hope say “teach me your ways read to me from your magic books.”
Lisa smiled and did as Hope asked.
Previous episodes can be found
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.
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24 thoughts on “Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,”
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Thank you Sue xx
This is so sad, Willow.
It sad but who knows what is next! Xx
Oh, Willow. This has such depth. ♡
Thank you Audrey it does have some layers!
Wonderful continuation sis!
Thanks Sis xxxx
I don’t know how you are using such random prompt to create this story but you are doing it fabulously.
Thanks Bernadette, I am just writing it stream of consciousness and hoping for the best!!💖
Yoou are creating such a wonderful series Willow, I am enjoying seeing whaat happens next every week 🙂
Thank you Sis but because it is SoC I don’t know where it is going!! 💜💝🙃😱
That makes it all the better, Sis!!!
Really, thank you 💖🤗
Interesting development. Letting the story write itself is an intriguing prospect. I have characters who insist on popping up — prodding me to write down their story. Some get to be public — I have characters who like to think their story is being told as a written tradition — other characters remain in the shadows — calling to me.
I hope you are enjoying the ride! The characters will lead you, even if you get lost.
Hi Lorraine, I really am enjoying this story best part is I never know where it is going. I totally understand what you say about your characters some screaming to be noticed some just ticking over!! Thanks so much for taking an interest 💜💝💖