March 2nd, First Line Friday

Your line for this week is:
The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before.

Thanks Dylan.
A good line that opens many opportunities for a tale.
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The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before.
So much love, so much pain and longing were contained in these pages, pages she didn’t even know existed. She couldn’t hold her tears in check.
The diary was one of several in the box of her mother’s belongings, each written in her own distinctive hand, words flowing from the pen and leaping out from the paper.
She had loved her mother, told her so on countless occasions, but the words in return never came from her lips yet her smile and the way she was held spoke volumes.
Her diaries explained her mother’s belief that she was cursed, that to voice her love would take her only child from her, as it had her husband, her parents and her baby brother.
It was all here.
Days, months, years of a love never spoken aloud, but there nonetheless.
Her daughter always knew she was loved, she just hoped her mother realised that before she died.
The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page lovingly touching the one before.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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9 Responses to March 2nd, First Line Friday

  1. Vivian Zems says:

    Beautiful write…you did justice to this prompt!

  2. James says:

    So sad and tragic.

  3. weejars says:

    Beautifully written 💗

  4. Reena Saxena says:

    ‘pages she didn’t even know existed’ add so much pathos to the tale.

  5. Raivenne says:

    Beautiful and heartbreaking. Words written. left unspoken In this digital age hand written diaries are becoming a lost art.

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