The Continuity of Life #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

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The Continuity of Life

When I was a child, those narrow planks of wood, steps to the summer cabin, signified the ending of the day. Each evening I begged for more time. The irony doesn’t escape me now.

I have walked around the lake, watched ducks and ducklings, the continuity of life, snakes curving along the surface, concentric arcs eddying outward. The day smelled of Spring, the dampness somehow tinged with sunshine.

Already you have lit a lamp, a golden illumination, beckoning, a guide to weary travelers. I straighten the kerchief on my naked head. Not ready for nighttime’s descent, my pace slows.


end 5/4/2018

Sascha Darlington

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This is also for the story a day challenge in which today’s challenge was to write a story of 100 words.



33 thoughts on “The Continuity of Life #amwriting

  1. Beautiful descriptions Sascha -‘dampness somehow tinged with sunshine’ I am a bit curious and intrigued about the reference to the naked head. In India men shave their heads after the death of a parent (even religious reasons). And that sort of fits in with your title but I am not quite sure if that is what you were aiming at?

      1. No smacking of head. I liked the information you shared. I think we all come to stories from different perspectives and I liked yours! 🙂

  2. Dear Sascha,

    This piece strikes a particular chord with me this morning as I learned yesterday that a friend has passed from cancer. Beautifully written.



    1. Oh, Rochelle, I’m so sorry to hear of your friend’s passing. I’ve had too many friends pass lately or are currently fighting this disease. I think it’s why it is uppermost in my mind.
      Thank you for reading.

  3. I love the way your MC is so self-aware. She knows that it’s childish to feel that she wants – deserves, even – more time, more life, but she acknowledges the feeling nevertheless. This is a very grown-up story, Sascha, and beautifully written.

  4. I sensed a feeling of closure, and when the handkerchief on her bald head appeared, I knew I was right. You wrote this so well.

  5. So glad I came back to see what I had missed. This was such a beautifully told tale of one nearing the end of their life.

      1. Normally, I go back up to Sunday, sometimes Monday, occasionally Tuesday, but I was working so…. 😉

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