This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo‘s Thursday Photo Prompt. # writephoto. Rules and Pingback Here.
Paul stopped at the turn in the road, he dismounted his bike. He shielded his eyes as he looked across the valley, the sun low in the sky almost blinding.
Things are turning he thought to himself. Not only weather wise, from Autumn to Winter but also from frosty gently rolling hills and fields to steep stark snow covered mountains.
Where was this journey taking him. He had been traveling for eighteen months now and how his life had changed. He had met so many amazing people along the way.
They had all given him food for thought and he too had unwittingly helped many of them too. This young man on a bike looking for answers and offering help were needed.
The chill in the air took his breath away for a moment. Yes he felt it, was this it , was this it? Was this the turning, had he found the answers he was searching for. …He did feel better he did feel at peace. Suddenly he was exhausted, he got back his bike and headed down the valley towards the mountains.
He saw the smoke from the house before he took the turn. He put his bike by the back door and knocked.
She opened the door and smiled. “Welcome home Paul ……”
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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21 thoughts on “Thursday photo prompt: Turning #writephoto”
Love it sis!
Thank you Sis 💜💜
A few years back, a fellow I know took a motorcycle trip with his son-in-law across India and into Nepal. This reminded me of their journey somewhat.
What a wonderful way to spend some father son time 💜🌹.
This is nice, Willow. I enjoyed the ending.
Thank you, I was pleased with it 🌹🌹
A lovely tale, Willow. Sometimes you have to leave ‘home’ to know when it is time to return. x
Yes that is exactly what I was trying to say. I knew you would understand 💜🌹🌹
nice one Willow, very poignant
Thank you Geoff, that was what I was aiming at 💜💜
Thank you Lyn💜💜
Thank you Sue
Thank you , it was a little tale that wrote itself.💜
Great ending! 😊
I was happy with it 💜