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Laughter trapped in the frame
#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh after all those years of yearning and grieving. It did no good in her life because watching those memories in frame always sucks her life out slowly. She didn't know what to do with those memories so she grief with it. Her meals were always tossed away in the bin because the table wasn't the same. The meal was bland and always missing ingredients.
Until one wintry night, she fell into a deep slumber from exhaustion. She saw her life going in a loop, the loop of waking up to an empty house, every corner invested with cobwebs and dust refining the outer layer of the paintings, her mailbox overflowing, her neighbours peeking out through their windows with sympathy and concern crystal in their eyes. She saw herself lean and weak and supporting her weight on the porch frame. Then she thought, "This is not me, I should be laughing, I should be writing, I should be watering my plants", everything around her was seeking help and wanted her attention. Then she was taken to the backyard where she fall harder in pain because of the sight she saw before her. The reason for all her grief and pain was also in pain watching her in tears because he couldn't help her. She has to help herself to live again.
Suddenly she woke up with a gasp and ran over to her window and saw her neighbours fleeing to hide from the window they were peeking at her house.
Suddenly she realised that she was the reason who took all the life and laughter away from her life and her loving neighbours.
With tears, she pulled back the frame from the fire and put out the water from the vase.
She has had enough of grieving, the thought, the laughter and the smile, the memories trapped in the frame should be her beam of hope and light so she woke up into reality and started living instead of existing.
She wrote down a mental note to bake cookies for her neighbours who showed her love and support silently through the windows.
© _virhejuN
#ChoicesAtOurDisposal#ChooseToLive#
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh after all those years of yearning and grieving. It did no good in her life because watching those memories in frame always sucks her life out slowly. She didn't know what to do with those memories so she grief with it. Her meals were always tossed away in the bin because the table wasn't the same. The meal was bland and always missing ingredients.
Until one wintry night, she fell into a deep slumber from exhaustion. She saw her life going in a loop, the loop of waking up to an empty house, every corner invested with cobwebs and dust refining the outer layer of the paintings, her mailbox overflowing, her neighbours peeking out through their windows with sympathy and concern crystal in their eyes. She saw herself lean and weak and supporting her weight on the porch frame. Then she thought, "This is not me, I should be laughing, I should be writing, I should be watering my plants", everything around her was seeking help and wanted her attention. Then she was taken to the backyard where she fall harder in pain because of the sight she saw before her. The reason for all her grief and pain was also in pain watching her in tears because he couldn't help her. She has to help herself to live again.
Suddenly she woke up with a gasp and ran over to her window and saw her neighbours fleeing to hide from the window they were peeking at her house.
Suddenly she realised that she was the reason who took all the life and laughter away from her life and her loving neighbours.
With tears, she pulled back the frame from the fire and put out the water from the vase.
She has had enough of grieving, the thought, the laughter and the smile, the memories trapped in the frame should be her beam of hope and light so she woke up into reality and started living instead of existing.
She wrote down a mental note to bake cookies for her neighbours who showed her love and support silently through the windows.
© _virhejuN
#ChoicesAtOurDisposal#ChooseToLive#
