I stare at it in defeat,
My heart it don’t want to beat
Me, run up that?
Yeah right, I would also like
To invite Mike Tyson to a fight.
Lofty and high it will prevail,
I, well, I am destined to fail.
But I grit my teeth,
And take that first step,
Pause and gasp,
Time for a rest.
Four hours later at the top I am,
Now how the hell do I get back down.
Well thanks to everyone who participated during 2019 and we promise to keep providing the prompts for as long as we can. This week it’s Kristian turn and you can check out his post on his blog. So let’s recap last weeks adventures.
Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
Here’s the picture:
And the words:
“It was Heather who had made the whole thing work.” – Death of a Gossip – MC Beaton
“If you kiss me you will live forever.” As green orbs peered into hazel one’s from the television screen. “Pahahaha!” Laughed the Frenchman holding his stomach weakly as Tammy stared at him. “What’s so funny Marc?” “Did you hear what he said? That’s a lie from the pit. You don’t receive eternal life from a kiss. You obtain eternal life when you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior. Who came up with that manuscript?”
“Amen. I have no idea but you gave me an idea on what to share with my class this week.”
“They need more producers like my brother!” Switching off the TV.
“Thank you!” She ended with a smile.
“De rien Mon amour…wait what?” Blinking once.
“Hmm that’s when you chose to listen to yourself more than to your wife. I’ll leave you to figure it out. Goodnight.” Removing from the chair.
The end. *translation* De rien Mon amour:- You’re welcome my love. *French* blessings! 🙂
He’d truly believed he was doing the right thing; let’s get away from it all. Assess what’s happened and then make a decision. He’d honestly believed that this would help but Tom could see her tears as she wrote the postcard in the small café he’d taken her for lunch.
He was such an idiot, how could leaving help her forget that she had lost the horse she had loved her whole life in the bushfires.
As she finished the postcard and looked up he smiled sadly and wiped the tears which were gathering in his eyes in mournful regret.