My hand faltered as my mind struggled, why is this so hard? Have I lost touch? Is it the restriction on the number of words? No, everything has a first time. I clicked ‘Publish’ on my post to the yeah write challenge.
Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford
He stood confused in front of the huge open walled-cabinet filled with all his favorite drinks.
“Don’t do it, she won’t like it if she knew you started drinking” his heart chided him.
“She left me, I no longer care about her” his mind retaliated.
After a long look at the cabinet, he turned his back and walked out to reconcile with his wife.
Just because you’re mad at someone, it doesn’t mean you stop loving them.
Until later 🙂
As she acknowledged the pain in her heart, she wondered how much more were left. She thought that she was over the whole thing. Well, her heart said otherwise. Wanting something so much and getting it too is a wonderful feeling. She was over the clouds when she got the opportunity that would make her passion come alive. However, what it offered did not meet her needs, let alone wants. She was torn between life’s needs and her heart’s wants. She couldn’t brush either aside. While she felt that while given the chance, she also felt that it underestimated her worth. The confusion was too much but she knew the only way is through it and not away from it. Just like the water hole that blocks your path when all you have is that path you are on. So she decided to close her eyes and wade through the pain and let it go, because if it was meant to be, she would get her fair share.
Until later 🙂
Linking this vignette to Magpie Tales: Mag 238. Image source: The same prompt.
I looked at Ria with worry as she sat at her desk isolating herself from the world. The head of the orphanage had warned us about her withdrawn nature. Ever since we adopted her, I have been trying to connect to her in some way but reached an impasse with every attempt I made.
I tiptoed behind her to check what she was doing and saw the painting she was working on, actually replicating the cannon I had sketched for the memorial museum. As I admired her intricate lines around the cannon’s wheel, I smiled at how life’s wheels had taken me to the bridge that’d connect me with her.
Until later 🙂
She sat with her head bowed, a couple of daisies in her hand. The single tombstone stood ironically in the middle, united for both the graves. Of course, they were united even when they finished the journey. Always together. She wiped away the tears that started afresh, they wouldn’t want her to cry. They taught her to forget, to forgive, to love and live. Again. What she was before them was something she considered a dead past. It was the couple who rescued her from the clutches of such a life and had shown her there were ways to live. To live with a purpose. To make a difference in others’ lives.
She knew that they had long wanted her to give the nod to Arjun, a gentleman in all aspects. But how much ever she changed herself, she couldn’t trust anyone else to hand over her life to again. Her foster parents gave her the space and freedom, never forcing her once. Arjun was no less, he has kept his word since that day, “I love you. I want to be with you forever. But only if you want to. Else let’s forget this ever happened and be the best of friends as ever”. He had not shown any sign of his feelings after that breezy evening when he opened his heart for her. Even when her parents left the world together as always, he stood as a rock by her side, taking care of everything but never taking advantage.
She knew her heart wanted to accept him. But can she love again? More importantly, can she trust again? She had not let anyone than her parents to enter her shell till date. Can she break that self-imposed cage? She looked at the tombstone and read “Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.” She wiped her eyes and asked herself, “Does she want someone to grow old along with her?” Her heart screamed “Yes”. She placed the daisies at the tombstone and got up. To start towards her togetherness. To go and get her share of love and to give her share of trust. And then it started raining.
Until later 🙂
Linking this write-up to The Light and Shade Challenge prompt to write a 500 words or less post based on the picture and/or the phrase.
Picture: Image courtesy of Janssenfrank and taken from Wiki Commons
Quote: Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.