My own ‘House’ is being rebuilt. Same as the physical one in this photo.
As it’s supported by timber to prop it up, mine is supported by Love. Keeping me in place, holding me up.
Today my friends came through and God came through, as he always comes through. My love for my man kept coming through.
Oh, how love can hurt. The betrayal caused from an early age lasts. ‘Family’ is the first love. And then when that ‘love’ is squashed and innocence is stolen: Pain is what’s caused… from that very first encounter with ‘Love’.
Can loving and being loved ever happen once more?? Can you love again?? Truly love again?? Deeply?
It’s a tall order.
But not impossible.
Love comes back. But this time, the love is Real.
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Hi 🙂 Bit of a sombre one today, but simultaneously, Wonderful in its message! 🙂
Today’s photo prompt is courtesy of Sunday Photo Fictioners which you can visit here. You can click on Mr.Frog below (the blue button) to read other’s stories also 🙂
Hello! This is a 100 word – no more, no less – prompted story from a site I came across called the ‘Thin spiral notebook’. Clicking this bit will take you to the 100 word challenge page there. And this story is a little tribute to my two furry friends 🙂
Genre: From the Heart
My cats are really sweet. They truly are a joy to me. One will sit there and stare, wanting us to play. The other purrs after just one word I say to him. They are each other’s friend – except when the little one gives chase: Then it’s pistols and handbags at the ready. I love my cats, I really do. And the love they give back is immeasurable. I think about the hurt cats all over the world and my heart breaks every single time. I’m glad I adopted mine, because the love they give… delights me all the while 🙂
Hi All! A sweet little tale of romance which I hope you all enjoy 🙂
Courtesy from Sunday Photo Fictioners with a weekly prompt which you can visit by clicking here!
I hope you like the story 🙂
Genre: Aww, Sweet!
All poor little Robin could do was watch helplessly as the group of Sparrows tucked into the birdseed that the kindly owner of the garden had put out for them.
Robin was sad. He had broken his wing and was now stationary on a garage roof just a few meters away. Sadly, he couldn’t make the short journey to eat the seeds.
Three days had passed and little Robin had nothing to eat. Feeling very weak he laid his head down on the corrugated metal. His energy was zapped and day after day he had watched in envy as the Sparrows tucked in.
On the fourth day little Robin decided to give up. He simply couldn’t reach the bird seed. He accepted his fate and made himself as comfortable as possible.
Robin had no idea how much time had passed, but he awakened to a sound like falling rain. Barely able to move he watched as a small Sparrow flew backwards and forwards from the bird feeder. Robin didn’t know what was happening until he lifted his head right up to take a better look.
Right next to where he lay was a pile of seeds. The Sparrow had carried bird seeds back and forth in its beak and placed them next to his injured self. And only a day after that the kind lady of the house found him and took him in.
Little Robin stayed in the lady’s home for several weeks. Then one day he was well enough to fly, his wing healed. He flew straight to the bird feeder where the group of Sparrows were already eating. He saw the Sparrow who had helped him. And being the gentleman Robin that he was, he waited patiently while she filled her beak with seed. Then he took his turn. So, with an unspoken understanding they sat together and they ate. And after that day, they were never apart. Robin was so glad she had saved his life 🙂
I met him 7 years ago today, right under this Clocktower. So, when I received an email that simply said “Meet me”, I knew it was him and I was flooded with a mix of emotions. I don’t know if he’ll come; I don’t know if we’ll feel the same: Will I still love him? – 7 years is a long time.
As I stand at the very same spot I feel what I’ve felt all this time: Anger, sorrow, confusion, hatred.. love. I just want to know why he left. The week we spent here together I felt undulated happiness like nothing I’d ever experienced. Then he simply vanished.
I didn’t forget him, but thought he had me. I tried looking for him, but came up short every time. Why did he leave is what I want to know. So many questions; alone I couldn’t find a satisfying answer…but I know he will answer them for me – today.
I’m filled with nervousness and anticipation. 5 minutes to go – he’ll either show or he won’t.
“Look up”, I hear a male voice say standing next to me. My heart is soaring because I know it’s him. Now I’m going know for sure, after all this time, what I will feel.
I look up… and I am in love all over again with the pain of the past 7 years gone in a blink of an eye.
I look into those eyes and know deep down in my being that I am finally ‘home’ – just like he had never left.
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This weeks prompt provided by ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ here
I sit here looking out at the sea thinking about all that ‘could have been’ in these 89 years. And I can’t help but wonder why he and I met and why I stopped looking for him. He was everything I wanted: stable, kind, handsome, a great career…He was perfect, in my eyes anyway, he always was.
Maybe I should have searched harder, hired that private investigator which I entertained more than once. But something always held me back, it was as if there was an invisible block there and I couldn’t push past it…And I still don’t understand it.
I guess I thought he would come find me; he said he would, but he never came.
I should have done what I’m about to do a long time ago. Hindsight is always in 20/20: And if I had known I’ll be sitting here at this age, I would have done this 40 years ago when I last saw him.
Anyway…10 more minutes to look out at the troubled sea before I head back. I have enough pills now and a large bottle of rum to wash them down with.
And after all these years of pain… I’ll finally have my peace and closure.
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Picture prompt thanks to ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ here
“Don’t be sad…I did have a great life after all and enjoyed it immensely. You gave me a home when my first owner discovered he was allergic to me; and you all took me in. And who did I meet? My brother! You already had him and we got to be reunited! And the fun we had…Sheesh!!
I’m still around even in spirit and always nearby – I like your new dog by the way!
Always remember me as I am in this photo; not as I was shortly after when it was my time to go. But know this, I’m still here, and please take comfort in that. And Thanks… You gave me the best life!
You all forever have my love”
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Friday’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge 29/5/2015 – ‘On The Way’ – here with a story to go with it