Mañana [Spanish] or Morrow, Morning [English]
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She pulled her sweater tighter against the morning chill as she settled into the weathered rocking chair and picked up the steaming cup of coffee, holding it with both hands for warmth.
Early mornings had always been her favorite time of day, the kids all snug in their beds, her husband not home from night shift, it was her time, time to reflect and prepare for the day.
She sipped her coffee and rocked as she listened to the water lapping at the edge of the lake.
All she had now were memories, everyone was gone; her husband and her kids, lost in a fiery car accident.
She'd stopped blaming herself long ago, she'd stopped blaming HIM long ago.
Setting down the empty coffee cup she sat back with a sigh and listened to the waves crashing against the shore, beckoning her.
Rising slowly, she shuffled down to the lake, unaware of the dampness seeping into her slippers as she took a few steps past the water's edge.
She shaded her eyes from the glare of the rising sun, then turned to the little boat dock she and her husband had built so many years before.
The long neglected rowboat named "Eternity" sat patiently for her, silently calling her name.
The water sloshed around her as she walked to the boat; yes, it was a good day for a final boat ride.
My theme is 10x10.
A maximum of ten sentences, a minimum of 100 words.
A maximum of ten sentences, a minimum of 100 words.
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What a sad tale, but so beautifully written. Missing your comments, hope everything is okay your end. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you...I hope to get back on track visiting today. Been too much LIFE going around. ;)
DeleteMakes me want to read more.
ReplyDelete..and there could be SO much more. ;) Thanks for stopping in, reading and commenting, Larry.
DeleteLove your theme. Tricky to say everything in 10 sentences, but terrific discipline to write concisely. You tell your story so well. It reminds me of the movie Hours, which showcases Virginia Woolf's final solution.
ReplyDeleteGail visiting for AtoZ
How wistful and sad...but still good.
ReplyDeleteI was sad writing it...not sure where I would take it next. ;)
DeleteWow. Powerful and sad. Great scene setting!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Holli, and thanks for stopping by, reading and leaving a comment!
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