Walking away

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Walking away

Sophia looked at the retreating back of her lover and thought, how rigid his stance was-just like him.

Long after he had disappeared into the sandy horizon, she continued sitting there, looking at the Sunset over the dunes and reflected on love and life.

Their love life had been like these undulating dunes-ever changing and harsh on the travellers-him and her.

Her love for him was all encompassing, like the sea, carrying away all that was negative between them like flotsam. At times tidal waves of passion pulled at her heart and at others silent storms raged within. Just like the sea, her moods could change with deceptive ease but it was always he who caused those changes.

His love was beautiful but cold like the moon. No, she decided, it was more like the desert. She travelled through his heart, scorched and dying of thirst. Her life felt bleached of all colours and the oasis of love that she was looking for turned out to be only a mirage.

And finally, today after years of yearning and longing, it had all come to naught. He had walked away, unable to bear the burden of her love. What had he said? Oh, that he was not meant to be a family man- that love was not for him. The world beckoned and he had to leave.

She smiled ruefully, wiping at the tears that threatened to spill over. Well, she thought, time to tame the beast called love that had chained her heart for so many years- time she set herself free too.

She toyed with the sand, holding it in her fist and letting it fall free. She realized that while some grains fell off smoothly, a few still remained stuck to her fingers .She mused that painful memories were just like a fistful of sand –while one could let go of some easily, others would require more effort and time.

With that she smiled, stood up and started walking towards a new beginning…

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This was written for  Write on Edge using either the photo prompt above or the quote,”If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge.”~Napoleon Hill. I decided to go with the photo.Word count  337,including the title.For more details on the challenge,please click on this link-http://writeonedge.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing Prompt: 2014, Week 6

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20 thoughts on “Walking away

    • That’s such a lovely way of seeing it Angela -thank you-I always love to look at my pieces from the reader’s perspective -sometimes to check if I was able to take my reader where I wanted them to go -at other times,to see where the reader would take me :-)Thanks for stopping by and for the lovely feedback 🙂

  1. Oh this is good. Love all the allusions and metaphor especially ‘She travelled through his heart, scorched and dying of thirst.’ So sad and touching and beautifully written.

  2. I agree with the other comments that the fistful of sand comparison in the last full paragraph is amazing. Great story! (Also read your daughter’s story with the link you provided in response to YS – I enjoyed her story as well. She’s a talented writer. Hmmm… must be in the genes, eh? 🙂 )

    • Thank you so much Janna-am so pleased that you all liked it:-)

      Oh,that was so sweet of you Janna!Sam,conveys her heart felt thanks and was thrilled to read your comment:-)

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