Depression grips her, its malevolent spiral pulling her ever closer to the edge.
Sadly, she contemplates the final solution through moist eyes. Glancing around the room, her gaze falls on her ancient teddy, his one-eyed, benign smile true, never wavering.
"You've always been there for me, Ted".
A single tear drops to the coverlet.
Sorry It's late peeps, but I have sorta been busy................
Ahhh great 55 there KB. I agree with you and Missy there never is a good time to die. Hugs to you
ReplyDeleteAwwww! At least teddy bears don't die, they really ARE there for you!
ReplyDeleteBTW... I'll be coming back to people's blogs soon because of an AMAZING TALE OF AMAZEMENT... check out my blogs for that. I'll have Fios and a room for my computer that's quiet and EVERYTHING!
I don't know if this late or EARLY?
ReplyDeleteEither way it is Most Excellent!!
A great 55. I write one every Friday.
ReplyDeleteHi Hubby,
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Good one Missy, I wonder if you get bugs in the teeth from flying around like that :)
looks like Karen has competition in the 55 stakes. Very evocative and sensitive writing
ReplyDeleteThanks everybody, you have made my day! KB is competition indeed. I'll pop in to visit y'all when I am on leave in a week
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