for The Sunday Muse
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There was a time when she was one they envied. Outgoing, exuberant, not a care in the world. No matter what, she saw happiness even where they saw pain.
Then one day she changed. Why nobody knew. She began to lead a monochrome existence in the technicolour world she’d created.
A shrug of her shoulders, a frown as she gazed to the ground, or a glance over her shoulder was as close as she ever came to expressing her feelings.
Inevitably her circle of acquaintances grew smaller, after all, many of them were only ever there to benefit from her joy and generosity.
A few genuine friends remained but despite their best efforts to withdraw her from the dark place where she dwelled, she resisted. They begged her to open up about what if anything had happened causing her to become so reserved.
But I know. And the pain I caused her is something I’ll regret to the day I die. What I did was unforgivable and even if she offered a hand as a gesture of forgiveness I couldn’t bring myself to take it.
Please don’t ask me what happened. Thinking about what I did to her is more than I can bear, talking about it would, well…
It’s best I leave.
Disappear.
Now.
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Keith's Ramblings 
Intriguing … left me asking “what did you do?!” Good one!!!
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That would be telling! Thanks, Dee.
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An excellent story Keith
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Thanks so much, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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This is intriguing prose … and I am left wondering. Cheers.
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I hoped it might. Thank you, Helen.
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I’m reading it as you broke her heart………….. or worse and stole something more precious she was not ready to give. Sad story Keith.
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Thanks, Di. It could be either, I left it open to interpretation.
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I saw myself in your character–I seem to be technicolor at my best and monochrome when I’m not. People or life knock us down, but we don’t have to stay down. My view anyway.
–Shay/Fireblossom
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I, and many others I’m sure share your view. Thanks for dropping by.
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Good story. Happy it is fiction!
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So am I! Thanks, Patricia.
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I think you illustrated precisely why she does not speak in refusing to illuminate yourself. Well done! The story is so much more interesting when you don’t divulge the particulars.
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I’m pleased it came across that way, thank you, Shawna.
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I so enjoyed hearing you tell this Keith. It was captivating and leaves the reader/listener wanting more.
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it’s really nice of you to say so Carrie, thank you.
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It’s so sad, she’s letting the person who hurt her live in her mind, rent free, and it is costing her everything.
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That’s an excellent way to sun up her surtuation. Thanks so much, Mimi,
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This was wonderfully intriguing Keith. Well written…
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Thanks for your kind words, Rob.
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Wow… Dark, Keith… Really sad 😦
-David
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Now and again I give my serious side a go! Thanks so much, David
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True or fiction it’s nonpareil. You could have been writing my story, except for the male character who is not you 🙂
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Thank you so much for your generous words. I hope it didn’t bring back any bad memories.
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Mere months way from 70, bad memories just go with the territory–no worries 🙂 And you’re most welcome, I’m glad to be Following you 🙂
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Keith, you read the prompt photo sooo very well. I wish all
molesters and perverts would be so remorseful as your writer.
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Leaves a lot to my fertile imagination, Keith…
Brilliant! Heading to catch up on some humour now. 😉
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