Write Now Prompt for August 16, 2013


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Today’s Prompt:

They had hiked this path many times before but had somehow never noticed the cave.


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6 thoughts on “Write Now Prompt for August 16, 2013

  1. They had hiked this path many times before but had somehow never noticed the cave. This was not your typical cave. It was decorated. Their memories were plastered like wallpaper, replaying animated pictures of moments in time when things were different; times when their smiles were more plentiful, and frowns were the rarity. But that time has come and gone. The pitfalls of too many missteps had brought a cloud over their plains. The grass was becoming a lighter shade, leaning toward a yellowish hue of decaying life. Now, it would seem that one would not want to explore this cave of nostalgia, as the painful reminders would surely bring on hours of tears. But sometimes, to get to the light, we have to plunge ourselves into the darkest corners of the world. And for them, that was now; that moment was this cave of memories reminding them of all the happiness that had come and gone. They held hands once more, something that they had not done in years. To the left, a video of their first date showed a much more glowing couple than either of them had experienced in ages. They watched it for a minute, but decided it was time to go on to the next. Above, on the ceiling of this cave was a video of the day he proposed to the love of his life. While there were moments playing around of the days, weeks and years in between the first date and engagement, they focused on the day their lives were to be forever united. Her dress, complete with white lace around the edges, and lighter white embroidered flowers; his jeans which were rolled up to stay dry as they walked through the field and stream to get to the spot where they were to make two lives become one, all were like scenery to the past. They watched until he got on one knee, and the pain become too much to relive anymore, so they trudged forward, hands still intertwined tightly. Lastly, they came to the moments before scene one would come to a screeching halt. The day was to be one for the ages… one where smiles were a guarantee, and love was burning brighter than the sun. But life had other plans for them. Just as the picture playing showed, so did the reality. He felt a cold chill come over his fingers, like a cool breeze on an autumn day. He felt a release of his hand, and looked down to see he was no longer holding hands with his love. For that day, the uniting of two souls was anything but. As he tried to shake his gaze and move forward, he could not take his eyes off the walls of the cave. That was the day that his heart would be forever broken. The piece of the puzzle she once filled had since been a vast canyon of despair. He was locked in place, forced to watch something he had never let go, once again slip away. It was his beloved, interlocked with another. On the day when she was to walk down the aisle, he found her in a mangled metal tomb of a car crash. She was on her way to the venue to become his wife, when the driver became distracted by a message. It was a text. And what this message said was the last thing that would be played in this part of either of their lives in this cave. It read, “Can you pick up some film for the camera, so we can take pictures at the wedding?” The driver was his sister: the sender was his brother. She was driving her soon-to-be sister-in-law to the wedding, and as she took her eyes off the road, she looked up to see the end of her life. The car was introduced to the rocky ruble on the side of the road. They both died instantly. And this road just so happened to be the one that went along the path he began his day walking along. And as the picture stopped playing and he became unfroze, he realized he was staring at the front bumper that was permanently emblazoned into the side of the cave. He fell to his knees, and wept for what seemed to be hours. A voice then began to play like a stadium announcer in the cave. It crackled like a subway speaker. It was the voice of his missing piece. All that was audible were the words, “I love you, but it is time for scene two.” He picked himself up from the floor of his past, and as he brushed off the dirt and tears, he decided he had to let go of all the he knew, to find the peace he hoped to pursue.

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