I found myself standing on a spinning carousel, holding a twisted brass pole. A panoply of images encircled me, people and experiences from throughout my life. I watched them all pass by: every friend and enemy, every success and failure, every joy and sorrow. They all blended together. I wanted to stop and behold my daughter being born again. I wanted to unsee my mother dying. But I couldn’t stop or close my eyes or pick and choose. It was all my life, every part indispensable, and as I looked out, I felt grateful for the whole of it.
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Alison Ogilvie-Holme
6/9/2019 12:01:31 pm
What a creative and well written story! Very clever.
patti normile
6/9/2019 12:32:00 pm
Like a heavenly vertigo!
Kathy K
6/9/2019 08:13:50 pm
What a great way to remind us that we are the sum of our experiences and they are all connected. An inspired story, Don!
Sandy W
6/9/2019 11:21:44 pm
You packed a lot of meaning into 100 words! Well stated! 11/9/2019 06:15:06 pm
I bow to the master of a hundred words. Brilliant as always, Don.
Dale Brown
20/9/2019 12:10:26 pm
Masterful! Comments are closed.
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