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A quote: “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” ~~ Norman Cousins
I’ll start with a story …
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In a city nearly empty of people we found each other.
We moved through the shadows of dusk to gather what we needed, retreating to the rooftops during the day to keep watch.
I still had a solar charger for my cell phone. No one there to talk to, but it gave us light at night. It got so that we’d go days, then weeks, without spotting another human.
I only wanted to make her smile. To take her pic to show her how beautiful she really was.
Now, she only exists in my phone.
Soon, I’ll take a selfie.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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. featured image, cropped, by Mash Babkova from Pexels
Lloyd says: These Friday Challeges are growing on me….Keep ’em coming.!
GWB says: That’s not nearly 100 words, Lloyd.
😉
Skillyboo says: When I got the news it floored me. God only knows what it did to her.
I knew where I’d find her, the roof. It’s always been the roof, her refuge from the chaos that is this world.
The noise from below would drown out everything but her thoughts. She always said it was where she did her deepest thinking so I knew that is where she would be now.
How could I approach her, did she even want me there? Will I be imposing? Will my presence be interfering? Will she? I never know, but I have to try.
Charles N. Steele says: “Throw in a Swiss ski chalet.”
His eyes widened. “You’re *raising* your price?”
“Yes. I know you want it. Every time you say no, I’m raising the price.”
“OK. Deal.”
We shook. Winner!
Now, years later, I wonder. It all came so easily… fame, fortune, women… and yes, the chalet. It just came. But it doesn’t mean anything… just stuff. I became bored. Then that gardener mentioned his excitement about nearing a goal, achieving a purpose, and I’d blurted “purpose? What’s that?”
I don’t care to keep living. Then I remember what I sold, what’s waiting afterwards. Better keep going.
Stephen Miller says: I stare at the photo, holding it carefully by the edges. Ten years since that day on the rooftop. Ten years since I made the choice that cost me the best thing I would ever find in this life. I’d known the risks, sure, but the money was too good. Now she was…somewhere better than this, God willing. And if I was lucky I’d be free of this little corner of hell before I was too old to enjoy what remained.
The phone rings, and I tuck the photo away. Those TPS reports aren’t going to file themselves, after all.
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