This morning, I saw someone who was achingly beautiful. She was neither feminine nor masculine, but an alluring blend of both. I use the pronoun ‘she’, purely for convenience.
She sat on a lonely bench ringed by trees. I stood on the other side, unobserved, struck by the perfection of her profile. She was delicately built, with shoulder length black hair. Her long tapering fingers rested on a green handbag. Her visage was all hard angles. Pale, creamy skin, stretched over chiseled bones. I put on my spectacles. As the world came into sharp focus, her quivering lips and tear stained cheeks, drew me in. Unable to to resist, I stepped off the sidewalk. Her face suddenly contorted into an expression of profound grief. I stopped, frozen in my tracks. What could possibly have caused her such pain? Whatever the reason, I wanted it destroyed and wiped off the face of earth. A shiver ran down my spine. I stood there, blinking in surprise.
She got up with feminine grace and started walking away with the loose limbed gait of a man. I wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder. ‘Are you alright?’ I wanted to ask her. ‘It will be okay. Don’t cry.’ I wanted to tell her. I didn’t. Instead, I watched as her back grew smaller.
That was the sensible thing to do. I’m glad I didn’t invade her privacy. However, at that moment I was struck by fleeting regret, What if….?
Indeed what if? Very moving! Following you now I like you style. Great post! 🙂
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Thank you..It’s very nice to get feed back 🙂
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Really liked the voice in this. Very honest and very touching. 🙂
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Thank you…my sister just called and asked me why I was being creepy!…so it’s nice to see your comment.
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sisters just don’t understand!
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Haha…they do…but they just like to be difficult 😊
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I find this quite moving. What if, is the question.
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Thank you!
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A moving, compelling story. I really wish you had gone further to know who she was and what was her problem; but maybe that you did not is what makes the story so great. Bravo!
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Thank you.
I wish I had gone up to her, perhaps I would have regretted that choice too. I will never know.
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You are right. Your readers will surely be curious to know what you might have discovered but at the same time feel happy that you played safe because you can hardly guess what might have resulted from that. The fellow could have a gun or a knife and ready to make victim of any intruder. I think your story is very well crafted.
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I did play safe. However, it never crossed my mind, that she could have had a gun! (I should probably pay more attention to my physical safety.) I was just afraid of recklessly intruding on her grief. Sometimes, we all need some privacy.
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You are right. Sometimes we set out with a good heart to help but meet with a negative reception. Thanks for letting me share these moments with you.
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I’m very grateful, for your thoughtful insights.
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Can we work together?
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I would like to help if I can…don’t know if I can be of much use…what sort of work do you have in mind?
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Supporting orphans and vulnerable children
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Yes, I saw your blog, so I realized that. I wanted to know how I can contribute. I’m just a broke student.
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How would you like to contribute please just feel free
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Thank you for the opportunity. I will give some thought to it. 🙂
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We accept all donations from $1
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Great story! Perhaps the next Daily Prompt could give you ideas for the next chapter where you run after her and catch her.
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Haha…I wish!
Thank you.
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I love the writing style in this…it draws the reader in, and not just superficially but the feelings in your words dance across the screen and captures the attention! Very beautifully written and it does poses a very important moral question in the end 🙂
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Thank you…! That is a wonderful compliment. It’s going in my treasure box😊
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You leave us wondering…..
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Cause I was left wondering myself🙃
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“Instead, I watched as her back grew smaller.” Even the seemingly casual and normal things of life are acquiring new meanings with your words…. very nicely expressed! 🙂
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Thank you🙂 the small things are the ones that truly matter
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Yes, that is always quite a reverie. You want to help but you don’t know how. Too much complexity, and the moment is lost; for better or worse, impossible to tell.
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Yes…but we are so used to playing it safe that we don’t try out the other possibilities.
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It’s mainly because of the lifestyle. I mean how often we have wanted to help out someone we see on the way but we don’t because we would be late to work. That circle needs to be broken out of.
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It is hard to break out of…especially if one is tied down by the responsibility of a family. We usually end up prioritizing it over everything else.
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It needs to happen slowly and steadily. Though the damage is so deeply ingrained that it is not possible to eradicate it. It can only be minimised. But that would be no less rewarding considering all the monotony and selfishness we have been made subjects to. And the important thing, the one that matters is one has to start. So others follow.
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True. Life is a balancing act. We just have to keep working at getting it right. I believe that we will eventually succeed.
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That’s the spirit. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Bard.
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Thank you for reading😊
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romantic photography:-))
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Fantastic! That’s what George Brassens used to call “un passant (One passing by)… Those you just saw once in a lifetime for a single moment but never forgot them.
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Thank you…the moment was hypnotic.
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Ah, the path not taken. Always a question that remains. Perhaps another you did follow her.
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Thank you for reading. Lets hope there are alternate realities 🤔
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This is a nice piece of writing and intrigue. Thanks again for following.
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Thank you😊
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You’re welcome.
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Such a lovely and intriguing read…you have a wonderful gift for writing…thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you for stopping by🙂
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I wish I could share a picture of my daughter with you but that would invade her privacy so I would never do it, but your description is, how I imagine, others might see her. A tall, petite, half-Japanese young woman with long hair and piano fingers, inside she has great pain that she hides with a silly laugh. She was the victim of terrible molestation at the hands of her father and she is often agree with me for not rescuing her in time. The events leading up to those days and what occurred after the revelation are written in the blog and book The Six Foot Bonsai (which does relate in a round about way to today’s anime culture). I am reading your mystery blogger’s post today and it led me here!
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Abuse is horrifying and to have suffered it at the hands of someone in a position of absolute trust must have been so painful. I hope she can put those events behind her. She is lucky to have at least one supportive and caring parent in you.
The way women are depicted in most anime is damaging to the tender psyche of young men and women being exposed to it. Hopefully change will come with time. Some of the new ones like attack on titan have been better with their female characters.
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.
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Lovely!
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Thank you 😊
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