AW Blog Chain

Participants and posts:
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orion_mk3 (link to this month’s post)
BigWords (link to this month’s post)
AbielleRose (link to this month’s post)
dolores haze (link to this month’s post)
Ralph Pines (link to this month’s post)
hillaryjacques (link to this month’s post)
pezie (link to this month’s post)
Darkshore (link to this month’s post)
pyrosama (link to this month’s post)
jkellerford (link to this month’s post)
Diana_Rajchel (link to this month’s post)
Alpha Echo (link to this month’s post)
Inkstrokes (link to this month’s post)

My song inspiration: Falling Slowly by The Frames

A single sinking ship can change the ocean’s gravitational pull half a world away.

Chris had just endured the hardest day of his life and had retreated back to his room with a fresh bottle of scotch to help chase away the day’s events. That poor woman, her unfocused eyes saturated with blood and water as she lay lifeless in the tub, her hair wafting gracefully in the water. He tried to imagine the sight of her through the eyes of her daughter. Only a mere six years old and she had come face to face with one of the cruelest evils mankind was capable of. How many years would it be before the little girl understood her mother’s selfish act? Who would care for her now?

It was nearly half past seven. Chris shook his head and tried to forget the images. If he was going to meet his woman of mystery he had to leave now.

Of all the damn nights… Why did the universe have to pull a stunt like this now?

Chris tucked the note carefully into his pocket and stuck his head under the bathroom faucet. This would simply have to do in liu of a shower tonight. He hoped she wouldn’t
notice the state he was in right now. For so long he had waited for this moment; the right moment.

The sun was hanging low in the summer sky. It wasn’t quite time for sunset, but the day’s end would soon come. Life would go on; it always went on. The note in his pocket was
proof that we all had a choice whether hope lived on or died during times of struggle. He would not allow himself to be indifferent to Allison’s final act. He would use it as fire to make every moment he had left count.

Chris locked the door behind him and began walking. His heart full of purpose, he knew exactly what he had to do tonight.