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A lone figure trudged up the grassy slope dragging a near-empty wooden cart carrying his meagre worldly possessions. He stopped just inches from the cliff’s edge.
As he watched frothing waves crashing over jagged rocks he tried gathering whatever thoughts remained.
Squawking gulls swooped and dived. If he’d possessed the gift of flight then maybe he could have looked down on his life and seen where it went so terribly wrong.
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Today, atop the cliff sits a rotting wooden cartwheel. Somebody must have brought it up from the rocks below, someone who once knew him, once upon a happier time.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Sandra Crook for once again letting us use her picture.
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So touching Keith
Thank you, Sadje.
You’re welcome
All that remains, is such a sad expression.
Indeed, thanks, James.
Rather a lovely tribute
Thanks so much, Neil.
The picture reminds me of the beach on Broadchurch. Another sad story.
It certainly does. Thanks, Denise.
Oh that’s so sad.
Unimaginably so. Thanks, Liz.
Thank you Keith for this sad but yet beautiful and hopeful piece. Spring Froggy. Just what I need in autumn.
Thanks, Susan. I live not far from Beachy Head in Eastbourne where around 20 people a year end their lives and the cliff edge is peppered with crosses and tributes. I thought it would be nice if Froggy left some flowers there!
very moving
Thanks, Beth.
A very sad story, very well told.
That’s so kind of you Mimi, thank you.
Hi Keith – sad …but can be so true … take care and stay grounded please! Cheers Hilary
A sad but common occurrence in your area Hilary, so much so that some hardly get a mention. My feet are firmly on the ground as I trust yours are too!
Yes – rather too many down here … or come down here and jump – or tumble down in a crack hurtle – lots of those too … or even smashed underneath the chalk on the beach as it falls – my feet are firmly here! Cheers H
That was beautifully done, Keith.
Thanks, Sandra, and thanks too for the opportunity to use your picture again. It’s a very similar beach to one near me, Cuckmere Haven, except the cliff there is white chalk.
Lovely and touching.
Thanks so much.
I liked that.
I’m pleased, thanks, Danny.
A lovely melancholy piece Keith
Thanks so much, Iain.
Sad but beautifully written <3
Thanks so much.
Aw, touching!
I’m pleased you found it so, thanks so much.
A very poignant tale. Terrible combo: depths of despair at the top of a cliff.
You do tragedy as well as you do comedy. Nicely done.
Sadness percolated though out this
what a sad but touching ending. well done.
This was done so well! And loved the froggie flowers! 😀
Dear Keith,
A bit of a departure from your usual serving of whimsy. Touching, heartbreaking, and well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Excellent wordsmithing, Keith. This one is a keeper.
The sadness lingers like the scent of dying flowers. So very sad, Keith. Beautifully written.
Oh this is quite sad, Keith.
Nicely done
Very philosophical, Keith. Well done and thought provoking.