This week’s prompt ~ Bells
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beecwood carpeted by bluebells.
The noise was too much it filled her head, it split her ears,it hurt. It was relentless it was so painful.
She fell, she screamed but no sound left her mouth. She screamed at her son, HELP ME!! But he did not hear.
She fell, the noise was deafening the light was blinding, she hit the ground, the pain stopped and the light softened, the noise stopped.
Ivy opened her eyes, she was no longer in her living room, her prison for the last two weeks. He elder son was no longer there, she was alone, no pain, no noise no light no nagging doubt.
Looking around she relaxed, she was in bluebell wood, the one from her childhood. Everything was the same, she was even wearing her favourite dress. Ivy looked up and her sister Elsie was running along with her mum and dad. She called out to them, they stopped and turned to wave to her. “Come on ” they called, ” come on Ivy stop messing around”
Ivy looked at the beautiful trees, the lovely bluebells, the silence and her family, Infront of her, behind, the lights, the noise, the strangers, the hospital bed.
She had a decision to make, which way was she to choose. ……..
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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge. #writephoto.
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