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Epiphany
I was totally wasted; stoned on prescription meds. I sat on Martin’s surfboard on the floor of our apartment humming an out of tune rendition of “Losing My Religion” to myself; staring at nothing in particular. I was vegetating. My stomach rumbled, but I didn’t have enough energy or will, for that matter, to actually make something to eat.
A tendril of hair fell across my eyes, and I had to focus, really hard, to tuck it back into place. It felt like I’d struggled for hours, and I sighed with relief when I achieved my aim. My hand slid over my scalp and through my brain-fog, I realized that my hair was filthy. It jolted me, shock rippled, forcing me to take cognizance of my surroundings. Oh boy…the bedsit was a tiny vortex of chaos. Dirty clothes strewn about, Martin’s books piled in a top heavy column (threatening to overflow on the spot), bowls caked with dried cornflake remnants lying about. Disgusting filth.
But, it was my hair that did it…
Martin had loved my hair. He’d loved me perfectly, I knew I would be ruined for any other man, for any other relationship. I’d never be whole. But, my hair...Martin wouldn’t have wanted me to sit around in filth, he would’ve hated to see me stoned (he’d always said that drugs of any kind were an unnecessary crutch).
His ghost washed over me, tingling my senses back into reality. Wakefulness…
I stood up, unsteadily and made my way to the shower. I had to be clean, clean for Martin, but also clean for myself.
He’d left me a surfboard and bookcase full of his precious books. That was the physical inheritance, gained from our short marriage. They were scant reminders for the person that he was. But, then I realized that the true inheritance he’d bequeathed was a measure of his spirit, which, now, was sending me under a spray of water and back into life.
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I loved the story. You felt her hopelessness and grief, right up to the moment that she was brought back to a will to live through the memory of Martin's appreciation of her hair.
His spirit was a better inheritance than any measure of earthly goods, it saved her life.
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Very nice short story. Much thanks to @dreemsteem for sharing on the #PYPT podcast.
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This was beautifully written @itsostylish. Economical and powerful, heart-wrenching. Her retreat into grief is visually striking and follows with a sense of upliftment and hope that we get as she resolves to gather her remaining energy and take the final steps towards healing. I hope she has all the support she needs to heal her heart. 💗
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Loved this read you wrote a very interesting story and I love the fact Martin left his soul with you we need to feel like our loved ones are watching over us even when they are not here anymore, thanks @dreemsteem for sharing in #PYPT today.
This was absolutely haunting. and "it was my hair that did it"
that line... isn't it the way?
Our lives can be in complete disarray, and somehow we get used to it and make excuses for it and justify....
but that one tiny thing. and the whole house of cards come crashing down around us!
I could feel her sorrow and her surrender, but most of all I felt her awakening!
and I have great hope that he will bring her right back to life again!
love this interpretation of Inheritance!
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Sorry! I do forget so often. Edited in https://pixabay.com/photos/waterfall-woman-showering-bathing-1854202/
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This is beautifully told, @itsostylish.
What a great way to describe waking from grief!
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This is awesome! You gave another perspective to 'inheritance' which is almost always thought to be about material things and stuff. All the best to your dreemport entry :)
I like the dimension ‘inheritance took here. Martin has a stronghold.
Well done.
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A beautiful "ghost" story. Sometimes the memory of those we meet but briefly can have such a lasting impact, and that may well be the best inheritance of all.
You’re quite right. ❤️ Thanks @litguru
I like your approach to the inheritance prompt: about things that people we have lost left us and aren't material. Good luck!
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This is a creative interpretation of the prompt, and very effective. Grief is all encompassing, but the strength of her husband's memory conquers that grief. Through the eyes of the narrator we know him. And with your skill, we come to understand the development of this character.
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Thanks. It’s easy to comment; lots of great writing ❤️
Did not see this coming, very good.
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This is awesome. I'm a big fan if your stories. Your daily Freewrite entries are always interesting. I just love how you play with words in your stories.
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