Friday, 31 May 2013

Response 1: Lurking in the shadows

Walking alone on a dark night was something that these days filled me fear, sometime I had no choice. The shadow lurking was never far behind me; even out of sight I could feel it with me. The dark body behind every corner I turned.  Fear feeding its existence.

The only way to fight it was to forget it.

November ’96- The Mayway riverbank I could see a figure struggling, a voice cried out in desperation.

I looked to see the child, her eyes pierced through me, looking into me to find rescue, the dependant stare that I would never forget. The current so strong as I reached for her hand, her grasp had slipped through my fingers. That moment was my chance to risk my life to jump in to save her, I regrettably missed my chance.

My conscious will stay with me every day, following my every move.

1 comment:

  1. What a tragic tale! Sometimes you have to trust your instincts.