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.
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I am finished.
As in beat.
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.
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.