Such thinking really sucks. Big time.
That morning, the sun shone. Yes, really, it did.
Until it stopped.
I remember how it felt to finally feel happy, accepted for who I was. Even if that meant I was a rather poor tennis opponent. I laughed, I relaxed, I thought about a future. Dared.
The day after the shortest night.
Only, the night was only just about to begin.
I ran to the net, managed to tip it across, laughed as my opponent floundered, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
A leafy crescent in the centre of the world.
Which was about to implode.
Tired, and hot, we finished the game.
Walked back inside.
“Hey, there’s a call for you”.
Can you imagine. A time before mobiles existed. When shared phones in dingy corners were all that connected us? Or didn’t?
I took the handset, is that we called them then (I don’t think so?) and held it to my ear.
That familiar voice, one I thought had gone for ever. A voice full of things I could not, would not, hear.
“There’s been an accident. You need to come home.”
It wasn’t. But I did.
And so. After a morning of tennis and smiles. Laughter and life. I sat on the dusty kerb.
Waited for a car from a familiar stranger.
To pick me up.
That sleek, sporty BMW.
White. Dark light.
Transported me from light. Into a night that seemed then without end.
And that afternoon, as my fingers turned numb, my breath caught in my throat.
I found, what I had lost.
(For the last two weeks I have been attempting to learn how to write better. I’ve been taking part in Writing 101, an online course hosted by Michelle W from the WordPress Blogging U.
Today’s prompt was “if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined”
(for wordpress writing 101 – day thirteen)