One for sorrow, two for…sorrow.
Her life, an empty basket. Nothing remained, nothing worth keeping. She’d spent years chasing shadows, avoiding shadows too; swimming against an ever incoming tide. She walked a path that led to nowhere. Her ideas, ambitions, her hopes came to nought. Ever one to be wise was she, but after the event. She tried, she really tried.
Few attended her final farewell. ‘She who would valiant be’ they mumbled, ‘gaist all disaster’.
Three for a funeral, four for…nothing really.
Thanks to Susan Spaulding for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction, and to Joy Pixley for the photo.
A window to my world? Very insightful post.
I hope not Violet! Thanks so much
You brought forth an amazing short story from that photo!
Thanks for your kind words Christine
A bleak look at a life. One to ponder on a grey Sunday Keith
I probably wouldn’t have come up with this if the sun had been shining! Cheers Iain
What a little ray of sunshine you are, Keith.
But terrific little tale.
Does you good to be miserable once in a while! Cheers CE
Fascinating but A sad one to read,
Very sad, and i’m afraid it speaks to many hearts that feel this way.
A really sad story. Every line oozed gloom and doom. Why so sad?
Good to go in a different direction now and again I often think.
Extremely grim, that one. Time for Rosie to come knocking again? 🙂
Mmmm – not sure! Cheers Anurag