Today’s prompt from Kellie Elmore for her Free Write Friday is and interesting one, see below, and if you like, click the image to visit her blog, or to read what other writers have written.
My write today, plays at both heart and tears, so be gentle with any comments. I’ve written in a free, and minimal format, so as untidy as the piece of fiction is, I hope it still conveys something close to what the prompt asks for of the writer.
“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
No title in the many years
For many years I’ve avoided going fishing, declined friends invitations, even walked away when no way out of having to be out fishing could be avoided. There is a reason for this though, it’s a story I can recollect in seconds, a story that weights heavy on life. We were both young, sixteen. We where out alone, fishing from a manmade seawall, laughing, joking telling stories, her name is not important here, for that is something between us, her family and friends.
My friend in her own style, with a hand cast reel stood higher up on the seawall, casting out, me, with rod and reel lower down, we were both on a bit of a high with life. I’m not entirely sure how it happened, what happened next. When I was casting I failed to notice her proximity to me had changed, as I cast our lines became tangled. In an instant (must of lost balance) she came hurtling down the face of the sea wall, I could hear her body collide with every rock along her short route to where she slipped in to the sea.
Reacting fast, slow, I’m not sure, time just seemed different. I retrieved my friend from the water. I carried her to the top of the sea wall, I did all I could to revive her, but lifeless, and limp my friend lay there. I cannot describe anymore than that as to how my friend looked, it’s not a place my mind wants to visit today. But my tears for her are always there.
I ran, or sprinted the two miles to her parents house, gasping for air every yard along the way, my legs collapsed as I knocked on the door. My friend’s mother greeted me, I spoke fast, out of breath, as she yelled “No, no!” and called to her father. I don’t remember a lot of what happened next, emergency services call, the drive back to the sea wall, life became a blur from that point on for awhile.
In the weeks that followed after her funeral, I heard how my friend had died, the coroner’s findings, along with the many rumours, so much of everything just seemed to make me feel alone, and lost without my friend.
It’s been a long time now, since that fatal day on the seawall, I have forgiven what past that fatal day, the lack of awareness to our lives , but I have not forgotten, I have not forgotten you my friend. Some days, they are a little awkward while moving forward, but the world is still a bright place out here, when I get to go fishing on occasions.