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The Crossing
Every day she waited at the crossing. Hope to catch a glimpse of the opening. That strange trick of the light that she had only seen once before when she was a small child of three.
Every day at dusk she contrived to be there just incase the opening appeared again. She stayed in the village she was born in, enjoying a full life, marriage, children,grand and great grandchildren. Helping others always she was known to be a kind and generous woman.
As the years went by people gave up asking why she went to the bridge at the end of every day. It just became accepted, part of life.
It was on her hundred and third birthday that as she stood by the bridge that the light changed. She rubbed her eyes and sure enough there was the opening. There was the village and to her astonishment the same young man who had waved to her all those years ago was beckoning to her.
As fast as her old bones could carry her she began to cross the bridge. It was a long bridge and at first she thought she’d never make it across. Strangely the nearer she got to the young man the quicker she seemed able to move.
As she reached the young man he took her hand and asked her why she had taken so long, she smiled at him and as she looked into his eyes she saw her reflection….. She was young again.
The opening closed the moment she stepped through it.
Back in the village no knew what had happened to her. They searched for weeks be she was nowhere to be found. They all decided that she had,had a good innings.
All bar one child who had witnessed the whole incident. He he never told anyone what had happened but every evening at dusk he visited the bridge.
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Author: willowdot21
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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willowdot21 
I LOVE your take sis 😍
Thank you Sis , it’s an old legend but with my twist on it 🌹
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I love this, Willow!! 💕💞❤️😍
A little twist on Brigadoon 🌹
That was a great movie – haven’t seen it in many years.
Me either and I loved it 💜
Nice!
Thank you 💜
Beautiful tale willow, there’s always hope isn’t there.
Yes indeed 💜
The Fey appear to have a hand in this…
They certainly do 😉💜🌹
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Those Fey get everywhere 😉
They certainly do…😉
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Wonderful writing sister
Thank you Sis 💜💜
This is very imaginative, Willow. I really liked it.
Thank you Robbie it was a little too of the hat to the legend of Brigadoon 🌹🌹
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Love this!! The end gave me goosebumps! So good!!!!!
Thank you, I am so glad you enjoyed it 💜
a real nice story…..was anxiously waiting what would happen in the end!!!!
Thank you I hope it did not disappoint 💜
no it was nice like a fairytale sort of!!! 🙂 only she shouldn’t have just disappeared.They could have walked in the sunset together 🙂
Yes that’s a point but dissapear she did 💜 after if she had stayed she’d 104 next birthday 😉
A lovely story, Willow. This made me smile. 🙂
Thank you 💜 due
Beautiful story of crossing that bridge and of the tradition being carried on at the end by a young child.
Yes I didn’t want to finish with death.💜
A really wonderful telling, Willow 🙂
Thank you Sue 💜
A tip of the hat to Brigadoon 🌹
I loved that film. Must watch it again one of these days 🙂
I love it too it always felt special 💜💜
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This is a very enchanting and touching story. Thank you for telling it. 🙂
Beautiful!
Thank you 💜
You have a gift– very talented!
Lovely story, Willow. It made me think of Lost Horizon where the character, Maria (played by Olivia Hussey) went to the village eighty years ago when she was twenty. If she were to leave it, she would age and die.
I remember that it was a film I believe a plane crashed in the Himalayas, and the survivors were rescued by monks? Funnily enough I had not thought of that but as you say there are similarities.💜💜
Lovely, Willow! Goosebumps! xx
Thank you Jordan , glad you enjoyed it 💜