"What do you plan to do with your one, wild, precious life?" -Mary Oliver

Thursday, April 8, 2010

At the Lake House Borrowed From a Friend

She dressed for dinner even though she was alone, knowing there were worse things. There was losing a baby that was hard to conceive with a man she would have died for but who was now also lost to her. She walked out on the weather-beaten deck and waited for the sun to set.


If you can write a story in 55 words, post it and then visit the G-Man.

22 comments:

John's comments said...

Yo have to recharge those emotional batteries at times like this. My 55 is here

Mojo said...

Ouch. This is raw, beautiful, and ... somebody help me out here. I don't know the word.

foldingfields said...

I think you may have to write the next 55 words. something where she morphs into a superhero and flies over the ocean, shooting out red lasers from her eyes. or something. :)

foldingfields said...

oh, well-written as always.

PattiKen said...

Oh, so sad. It sounds like a beautifil place to heal.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

A lot of heartbreak packed in those 55 words. Good job.

Talli Roland said...

That's beautiful.

Thank you for sharing!

Buzzard said...

I loved the story so I though I would continue it with another 55. I hope I didn't intrude?

Even from a distance, she took his breath away. Dressed for an evening out; maybe dinner or a dance, he imagined. He watched as she stood drenched in the orange-red glow of a setting sun. If only, I could take her in my arms a few moments, he thought rolling the wheel chair back inside.

Liza said...

Your 55 words swallowed me right in.

g-man said...

Mojo...The word you seek is Brilliant!

Yvonne, you make me proud to be from Michigan...WOW!!

I've seen you all around 55 Land today, that makes me smile...
This story Rocked The Winter-Water Wonderland.
Please have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

SandyCarlson said...

Yvonne. This is true and real and to the heart and true. Wow. So well done.

To me, her dressing for dinner is insisting on life, on form, on beauty. There is hope. Perhaps the joy will come for once and stay.

KB said...

So much sadness in your 55 words. Bautiful.

Jemi Fraser said...

So sad - poignant and sad.

Felicitas said...

There are definitely worse things than being alone. This is just such a beautifully poignant snapshot of life. (But I have to say, I really like Buzzard's continuation of the story, too! You guys might make a good team.)

Brian Miller said...

heavy 55. i can stand there with her...at times...when i let life get too heavy. i hope she finds someone for dinner. smiles.

my 55 is up!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hey all..just thanks. When it all is too heavy.. just thanks.

hope said...

Wow..that brought quite the picture to mind. I agree with the rest...sounds like the beginning of a longer story.

Yvonne Osborne said...

I want to add, I like your continuation of my story, Buzzard. And thanks everyone, John, Mojo, Sarah, Patti, Tricia, Talli, Liza, Sandy, KB, Jemi,Felicitas and Brian, and especially you, G-Man, for bringing us together. I'm sorry I don't have time to respond individually. The greenhouse and the chickens and all that jazz are beckoning this morning, needing urgent attention.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hope,
You snuck in on me! Thanks so much. I'm always happy to see a new face! You know....I think it might actually be part of a bigger story. I have this image in my head that won't go away.

Carolina Valdez Miller said...

So much packed into so few words. Just beautiful. So sad, though. You captured the essence of that heartbreak so well.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Carol,
Thank you. Your opinion means a great deal to me. So, again, thanks!

Whitesnake said...

Just think...some where out there some LUCKY bastard is having a heart attack!