SPF: The witness

Written for Sunday photo fiction.

Photo courtesy of Colby Renee

Mary knotted her fingers together, so she didn’t bite her nails. The doors stood open as an invitation for her to venture outside, but something held her back. She wasn’t a prisoner in this house but it had been a long time since she had gone there. Mary took a deep breath and tried to make herself relax.

The trial finished and the people who threatened her when no longer anything to worry about. When the guilty verdict was given there was a great deal of anger directed towards her. Police had assured the woman she was safe but something in her head warned that this wasn’t the case.

Paranoia the therapist had called it.

Sunlight shone through the door, willing her forwards. Eventually, she stepped into the light I looked around the neighbourhood which had once seemed so safe. The shadows seemed so deep, but she made herself walk to the edge of the street before swiftly running back to the safety of the inside of her house.

Small steps.

By the end of the week, it was the goal to make it to the end of the block. One step at a time.

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Song lyric Sunday – sit down

For this week’s song lyric Sunday, I have chosen the song sit down by James. I hope everybody remembers the dance?

 

Sit Down
I sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can’t keep
In sight of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope, I pray
Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Now I’m relieved to hear
That you’ve been to some far out places
It’s hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I’ve swung back down again
And it’s worse than it was before
If I hadn’t seen such riches
I could live with being poor
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they’re touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate
Down
Down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Down
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Gavan Michael Whelan / Timothy Booth / James Glennie / Lawrence Gott
Sit Down lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management

SoCS: Pharaoh madness

Oh my God,” Jessica squealed when she saw the contents of the piece of paper.

“Ooh!” Dave exclaimed as he fell from the chair he had been perched on while watching TV. “How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?”

Oh Dave, sometimes you really need to get a grip. Anyway, now I have your attention; there is an exhibition we need to attend right here in Ohio. Look, an homage to the Pharaoh Tutankhamen!”

Dave turned the television off. “Oh, I see you will not shut up until we go.”

Jessica poked out her tongue. “Pooh, you know me too well!” She chucked him his keys. “Oh, don’t forget your phone this time.”

Written for SoCS

Friday fictioneers: Bad decision

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Not much thought has gone into the Christmas decorations this year. When they were first turned on people just stared at them in complete disbelief. Even the mayor was silent after the countdown. Finally, he cleared his throat. “This is our city’s way of giving all of its citizens a halo.”

The round of applause that followed was polite. Brightly lit circles hanging above them inspired nobody. The meaning was missing for everybody standing nearby.

After walking off the stage, the mayor just looked at his team. “Which idiot said yes to this?” His hand hit the desk. “Heads will roll!”