Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson
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.
The imagery is brilliant in this piece.
Thanks so much, Lisa.
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?
A naked head might also appear after chemotherapy and radiation. Thanks so much, Dahlia!
Ahh yes (smacking head)😳 Nicely done Sascha🤓
No smacking of head. I liked the information you shared. I think we all come to stories from different perspectives and I liked yours! 🙂
Lovely atmospheric description, Sascha. The shadowed slowness of an end
Thank you, Neil. That inner poet took over. It probably wanted a brownie or something. 🙂
A kind of walk through one’s life. I liked it.
Thank you so much, James! 🙂
Such a sensitively told story. I feel this person is in the later stage of an illness but not yet at the end of life.
You’re quite right. She wants to fight. She wants to have every moment of daylight. Thanks so much, Jilly.
One last look back at happy times gone by. Such a poignant piece Sascha
My FriFic tale is called Solace!
Thank you, Keith. 🙂
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.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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.
Movingly told, Sascha. Those final reflective days.
Thank you so much, Sandra.
That was a lovely, thought provoking piece of writing.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thank you so much, Susan.
Poignant indeed. A last lingering thought passing quickly by whether by end of an important sojourn or illness or something other.. I loved this!
Thank you, Phyllis.
You’re writing is fantastic!
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.
I very much appreciate your comments, Penny. Thank you.
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.
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.
Thanks, Dale. I appreciate your comment.
Now, if I could just get my act together I wouldn’t be writing on the last day! 😀
Normally, I go back up to Sunday, sometimes Monday, occasionally Tuesday, but I was working so…. 😉
This is really poetic. Glad you took part in story-a-day.
Thank you. I wish that I had actually managed to write a story a day, but maybe next year. 🙂
You wrote! That’s what counts.
I love your attitude! You are so right! 🙂