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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Golden

Photo by Cyndy
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Suggested prompt...
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Use the beautiful image to inspire your writing today...
a poem of a bridge, a short story about a road trip ending on the bridge,
a jumper on the side, or lovers meeting in the middle, etc... so many creative possiblities.



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I was waiting for them, from the other side; just waiting. It had been so long since I'd seen him and I could feel his presence already. I knew he was in that car and that he'd be in my arms in only a few moments.

I couldn't cross the bridge to meet him, but I wanted to. I wanted to run and grab him in my arms.

I saw their car coming and my heart began pounding so wildly, I thought I wouldn't live to see his face, to touch his cheeks with mine.

They parked the car, and I saw him climbing out. He had grown so much, more than I'd imagined.

My thoughts swept me away for a second that seemed to last an eternity until he touched my hand and pulled it to his face.

I remembered the day I had to leave him. I was going away to clean up my life, so that he might have one. Little did I know how long it would be before he'd ever see me again.

You see, I'd been in trouble that day. I found myself addicted, in jail with felony charges and with no hope of ever being the mother I knew I could be...if only...

When they drove me away, he was only eight months old. I knew he'd be safe with my own mother and that they'd need one another to get through. On the way to rehab, the car that was driving me was struck by an eighteen wheeler. I almost died without hope. In my state of unconsciousness, I was forgiven. Somehow, everything I'd ever done felt washed away and pulled out of me. I awoke in a place of freedom, I thought; until I realized that I'd never walk again.

It was okay though. Through those days of severe trial, I learned how to live and now, right now, even in this wheelchair - I finally have found freedom.

As my five year old son, took my hand in his; touching it to his face, he looked at me and said...."Momma, I love you. I missed you. Will you come home with me today?"

"Yes, Baby...I won't ever leave you again."

Simply Heather

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9 comments:

Mz.Starra said...

Everything was going well and suddenly they were fighting over trivial things. SHE didn’t understand where his animosity was coming from. It progressed quickly and began to get physical and the words more lethal. After months of throwing visual daggers, spitting words of fire and several rounds of their boxing matches, both parties had had enough…
SHE awoke to find him nowhere in sight so SHE decided that now was the time. SHE had been planning this for weeks. How was SHE suppose to just walk out of the life of the man SHE loved so much and who had fathered the miracle growing within her? SHE finally had it set in her mind that this was the best option for her and her unborn child, which he had no idea about. SHE went to her closet and began pulling out the bags SHE had packed so many times before. SHE began packing them slowly, then very quickly with the thought that he’d come home, catch her again, and beat her, again. Once SHE had loaded everything SHE was taking into her SUV, SHE went into her standing jewelry box and pulled out the letter SHE had written for the occasion. SHE placed it on his nightstand, took one last walk through their penthouse and walked out of the door.
Meanwhile on the other side of town, in His office…
HE woke up after working all night, which translated to not wanting to go home. HE walked into his executive bathroom and showered to prepare himself for a new day. Suddenly, HE realized that their relationship was not healthy or even safe for either one of them any longer. HE also knew that wasn’t going to let anyone else have her, so what is it that he should do. HE walked over to his desk and poured his heart out into a word document that HE would leave for his secretary to find and forward. HE grabbed his coat and headed to the door, looked back and reflected back on success HE had become solely in the corporate world. HE hopped into his car, let the top down and let rock ballads blare from his speakers. As HE was crossing the bridge to go home HE took in his surroundings and began thinking. HE pulled over into the viewing lot on the South end of the bridge and before he knew it, HE was walking to the edge. Then, HE stepped up, and looked down wondering if HE could really get the courage to do it. HE closed his eyes, said a prayer and took the plunge. HE did all of this not knowing that the exact same scene was playing out on the North end of the same bridge.
After 2 ½ years it was over. Together they had put so much time into a relationship that was suppose to last forever only to have it end this way. The only reason SHE was in this city was because long distance wasn’t working for the two of them. SHE took a leap of faith and left everything that SHE knew to be with him here in this place of commotion, hustle and bustle only to take a leap far from faith.

...... Bobbi said...

Beautiful photo! My post was a bit long, so here is my link:

My Muse and Me

Leo said...

Beautiful Pic indeed!

my contribution!

A Golden Destiny

morganna said...

The rain drummed on the roof of the bridge. Jane had run in a moment before the rain started, and now she stood just inside the arch of the roof, watching as the already green streamside foliage turned even more green and shimmered in the rain. Soon, though, the rain came down even harder, and the leaves stopped shimmering and seemed to darken under the onslaught. Jane frowned at the change and began to turn away.

A man's voice spoke behind her. “Hello, Jane.” The warm, deep voice held laughter, regret, and something else that made Jane shiver. She whirled around, her skirts swirling around her ankles, although she already know who was behind her. Only one man could cause shivers like that with two innocuous words.

“You!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“The same as you, Jane, the same as you.” The deep voice was placating now. “I'm not following you, don't worry. I was just walking home from the grange, and I stopped here to shelter from the rain. He held out his hands to her. “Can we at least be friends again?”

Simply Heather said...

I was waiting for them, from the other side; just waiting. It had been so long since I'd seen him and I could feel his presence already. I knew he was in that car and that he'd be in my arms in only a few moments.

I couldn't cross the bridge to meet him, but I wanted to. I wanted to run and grab him in my arms.

I saw their car coming and my heart began pounding so wildly, I thought I wouldn't live to see his face, to touch his cheeks with mine.

They parked the car, and I saw him climbing out. He had grown so much, more than I'd imagined.

My thoughts swept me away for a second that seemed to last an eternity until he touched my hand and pulled it to his face.

I remembered the day I had to leave him. I was going away to clean up my life, so that he might have one. Little did I know how long it would be before he'd ever see me again.

You see, I'd been in trouble that day. I found myself addicted, in jail with felony charges and with no hope of ever being the mother I knew I could be...if only...

When they drove me away, he was only eight months old. I knew he'd be safe with my own mother and that they'd need one another to get through. On the way to rehab, the car that was driving me was struck by an eighteen wheeler. I almost died without hope. In my state of unconsciousness, I was forgiven. Somehow, everything I'd ever done felt washed away and pulled out of me. I awoke in a place of freedom, I thought; until I realized that I'd never walk again.

It was okay though. Through those days of severe trial, I learned how to live and now, right now, even in this wheelchair - I finally have found freedom.

As my five year old son, took my hand in his; touching it to his face, he looked at me and said...."Momma, I love you. I missed you. Will you come home with me today?"

"Yes, Baby...I won't ever leave you again."

{fictional to me}

septembermom said...

"Laid off, my bridge no more"

Staring at this bridge,
the once daily fairway,
a twinge of memory stings,
as I pause to think,
no longer one who works,
my job faded in the night.

Dani said...

Firelight
Glowing in the distance
Dances across the water
On a man-made beacon
Drawing me in
To cross
And find you

Cynthia said...

Beauty from Defeat
Harmony from Destruction
Balance is Golden

Simply Heather said...

Thank you, LJ; although there is some sort of feeling involved in saying thank you to a story like this. I almost hurt for the people that are fictional...odd, but I thank you for sharing this one here.