The Moon – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge now presented by Susan Spaulding, who has just taken over from my old friend Al Forbes.
Welcome aboard, Susan, and thank you for continuing this great weekly prompt.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
Susan’s photo this week brought to mind David Niven’s autobiography, which I have never read.
No matter…
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

© Susan Spaulding

Click here to hear the author read the tale:

The Moon

I am finished.
As in beat.
Done.
All through.
Nothing left to give.
Life is too hard.
I feel the despair eating at my insides.
The door opens, I hear her cross the room.
I don’t acknowledge her, don’t move my head.
She touches my arm.
I quake inside.
Without any apparent pressure she turns me to face her.
Her hand reaches up, brushes my cheek.
She smiles.
Without appearing to move, she guides me to a chair, sits me down.
I am now looking up at her.
She puts her hands on my shoulders, draws me to her.
My cheek is against her body.
She strokes my head, tousles my already unkempt hair.
We stay like that for an eternity.
Or maybe two or three minutes.
Then she speaks.
It’s okay, she says, I understand.
I try to shake my head, but she is pressing it to her.
I know it is difficult, she continues softly, but you can do it.
I shrug slightly.
I don’t need the moon, she says, or anything fancy.
But I believe in you.
And, if I did want it, I know one thing for certain.
You would get it for me.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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23 Responses to The Moon – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    A strange mix of emotions here. Love and adoration, but fear and maybe loathing as well. A feeling of being helpless yet completely enthralled. Nice one CE. Hugs

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  2. Oh my! Wonderful bittersweet story!

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  3. athling2001 says:

    Lovely, glowing moment between two people. The flow is great, the touch of words soft and gentle, same as her words and touches for him. Well done.

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  4. So so lovely, made me all goose-bumpy. Btw, I too had written a story inspired by David Niven’s autobiography once, which, incidentally, I have read 🙂 https://jagahdilmein.wordpress.com/2018/03/12/the-moons-a-balloon/

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  5. Corine Gouy says:

    Décoiffer les cheveux! J’aurai du y penser .

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  6. Susan says:

    I think David would be proud of this story, C.E. Well done, once again.

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  7. Iain Kelly says:

    Wonderful and tender.

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  8. Sandra says:

    Possibly one of your absolute best, CE. Loved it.

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