PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields
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Her Empires Are Falling Down
“Is that a tent caterpillar cocoon?” she asks.
“Fall webworms.”
She snaps a picture. The cocoon could cradle a small person.
We come to the stream where I once taught her about crustaceans. She lifts a stone, out dances a green crayfish, pincers ready. She smiles, bittersweet.
She is everything her father and I ever wanted. All her days ahead. All I will miss.
“I didn’t mean the stuff I said.” Thickness chokes her voice.
“I know.” I do.
She hugs my bony body as if trying to keep me earth-tethered.
A sharp breeze announces Autumn, leaves collect, silently, a shroud.
end 8/25/2017
Sascha Darlington
Sad 🙁 Yet, nothing was explicitly said. Good writing. And that song was unexpected. I need to watch a comedy now. 🙂
I hope you found a funny one!
Thanks, Maggie, for reading.
Cleverly thought and beautifully written Sascha. I particularly liked “She hugs my bony body as if trying to keep me earth-tethered”
Thank you, Neil. 🙂
Stark and wistful. Good one, Sascha. 🌗
Thank you, Steve. I appreciate your reading! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Rather sad ending. The end of life. Sweetly written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle
This caught me off guard in a very good way. You showed what was happening with your words. Kudos.
Thank you, Alicia.
This is so ,so beautifully written and so very touching , Sascha. I could almost feel the emotions in her voice as she spoke to her ailing mother.
Exquisite !
This is so poignant and beautiful!
thank you so much! 🙂
Loved this. The chance to savour a lingering farewell, though it be entwined with sorrow, is a privilege so many never get.
Yes, knowing how much time you have afford a freedom. Thank you, Christine.
Lovely take on the prompt. I could totally picture this
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Oh, Sascha, this is just lovely. The unspoken pain between the two, trying to share something before one of them is no longer there. You’ve written this so well. Lovely job
Thank you so much, Lynn. I always appreciate your comments and take them to heart.
My pleasure Sascha 🙂
This was a beautiful portrayal of last moments… Wonderful prose.
Thank you so much, Dale.
A poignant and beautiful write Sascha