Daily Prompt: Grainy Through sometimes grainy, carefully preserved images of our lives well lived I am reminded of all the beautiful memories my family have created together, when looking through treasured photos. Today I am prompted to reminisce…and as always have found an uplifting happiness in the faces of family and friends. It is not…
For me they had been pretty hedonistic times with just enough common sense thrown in to keep me out of trouble. It appeared to be different for him.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the emptiness and sorrow of a lifetime of love gone – or the sting and humiliation of love unrequited. It’s painful and can strike you unawares.
We were about six when The Wilton’s moved in next door. Yes, I know – who does that to their child? Wilton Wilton! The youngest of six boys, I guess they’d run out of names by the time Will came along.
What could be more disastrous? It doesn’t bear thinking about. I didn’t want to go to Mary Hill-Martins birthday party in the first place.
I did continue to drop things and stumble when I was nervous, and even sometimes when I wasn’t! But not once after leaving my high school years behind did I ever feel small again.
Meddle, no I wouldn’t say meddled! Condescending, yes – she’s been that, but she has never meddled.
The past; yours and mine, are mere memories of journeys complete. As each day closes, that chapter is done, the story is told.
‘Keep quiet,’ she said to herself. Her mind racing in a thousand different directions, she knew she couldn’t keep this bottled up.
It was the beginning. Maybe of time, maybe of all things, maybe just of me! It was beautiful, magical, and serene. Although I could see, hear and smell everything, and be everything – nothing was there.