This week our tormentor Sacha Black has given us a photograhic prompt and asking us in 52 Words no more no less,What happened next.
Dawn arrives I walk out on the breakwater. In front deep water behind a shallow lido. I have been gone for days no one’s missed me. For some reason I leave my mobile on the rocks.
I step forward to oblivion and peace, as I sink beneath the waves my phone rings.
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
16 thoughts on “#Writesiration 52 Weeks in 52 Words: What happened next.”
Oh… this crossed my mind too… good take sis ❤
Great minds think alike, I went for irony 💜😀
A sad tale, but very evocative.
Strangely it wrote itself the photo was so evocative 💜 (sorry to use your word but it was evocative) I threw in a little irony at the end. xxx
This is a sad but very powerful take!
Thank you Lynn 💜
I read to much into what you write
Between the lines fills me with fright
Being such an emotional guy
Then the photo told me why
I looked again and then I cried
Shouted the irony your phone
Made me feel prone, alone
For I twice took that journey
True, its why you scared me.
Back to reality, it is the truth those last two lines. The first was a broken heart, I was 18/19 saved myself. The second and more recent was to do with my health. Cutting a short story even shorter, I was found, and seeing the strife I caused my family, never again. Why, going blind! Please no aw’s, it was a selfish act, and though I brought the subject up I’d sooner not discuss it any further, period.
This was a work of fiction. I have been close to ending it all but never got that close.
I respect what you say and will say no more than it is brave to stay and cope with the slings and arrows of life …living is often the harder option. You are a brave man….. 🌻🌻💜
Thank you Willow….
🥀 I forgot they only work on our own pages!