The War Within
Enough was enough.
She was too old for all this nonsense.
She couldn’t – wouldn’t take any more.
She would pack her bags today.
Her shoulders drooped.
But where would she go?
But they were staying with her brother – would she be welcome?
Where did she belong? Where was her home?
With her husband?
Her feet dragged as she walked to meet her destiny.
The swirling waters called out to her.
This was home.
Her final resting place.
She eased down and sat with her legs dangling just above the water.
The waves lapped higher and higher, calling insistently.
She yearned to give in.
It would be so easy.
A soft bed.
A restful endless sleep.
Perhaps they would miss her, appreciate her – or perhaps not.
They would be too busy coping with her absence.
How could she be so selfish?
How had it come to this?
She had wanted to save the world.
And now she couldn’t save her family?
She stood up.
The waves weren’t calling her.
They were urging her to go back.
Not because they loved her.
But because she loved them.
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting it and Jules Paige for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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