Saturday, October 19, 2013

Holding on For Dear Life

I know your arm is tired.  And I’ll bet your ear is getting sore.  But hearing your voice on this line is the only reassurance I have that you’ll ever come home again.

A “quiet desperation” type of fear inspired this piece-the gnawing kind that has to be lived with day in and day out for a long, long time.  Picture credit here.

 

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/10/trifextra-week-ninety.html

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21 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 19, 2013 at 7:32 AM

    Very subtle. Excellent.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 19, 2013 at 9:13 AM

    This is excellent Valerie, waiting never ends...

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  3. Ann BennettOctober 19, 2013 at 3:31 PM

    Such a true expression of need. Well done.

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  4. SuzanneOctober 19, 2013 at 6:08 PM

    Such a creative take on the prompt Valerie! Beautifully written. :)

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  5. TMWHickmanOctober 19, 2013 at 6:13 PM

    Wow. That is a very intense fear.

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  6. AnonymousOctober 20, 2013 at 3:38 AM

    Beautiful !

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  7. AnonymousOctober 20, 2013 at 4:50 AM

    A lovely piece of writing and a clever take on the prompt.

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  8. Sandra CrookOctober 20, 2013 at 6:04 AM

    I really liked this; it could apply to so many situations.

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  9. lumdog2012October 20, 2013 at 6:11 AM

    This is a lovely piece of writing. I can relate so well.

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  10. GinaOctober 20, 2013 at 7:57 AM

    Oh, the waiting...

    This is beautiful, Valerie. But you're always are!

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  11. DraugOctober 20, 2013 at 8:29 AM

    This is excellent work.

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  12. brudbergOctober 20, 2013 at 12:59 PM

    that fear must be one of the worst...

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  13. JannaTWritesOctober 20, 2013 at 1:48 PM

    I really like this, Valerie! This reminds me of a Christmas call that we had with my cousin during one of his tours in Afghanistan. There were several-second delays after speaking, and he wasn't real talkative, because of the time difference he should've been sleeping. But no one wanted to end the call.

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  14. TrifectaOctober 20, 2013 at 3:48 PM

    This is a fear I can only imagine. And am glad not to have to. Thanks for linking up! Be sure to come back and vote for your favorites.

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  15. AnonymousOctober 20, 2013 at 4:00 PM

    You thought of a completely different kind of fear that the rest of us, Valerie. The kind that has to be endured day after day has to be the worst fear of all. So well done!

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  16. kymmOctober 20, 2013 at 4:30 PM

    The fear that makes your own need take precedence.
    You really got this one across, too, Valerie.

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  17. AnonymousOctober 20, 2013 at 5:49 PM

    An all consuming fear...while one is away. Well written

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  18. IvyOctober 21, 2013 at 6:56 AM

    Your talent never ceases to impress me. Excellent work, my friend. Beautifully written, as always.

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  19. Melissa AmateisOctober 21, 2013 at 8:05 AM

    You have such a way with words, Valerie. You manage to convey so much emotion in just a few phrases. Well done!

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  20. troy P.October 21, 2013 at 10:20 AM

    You enveloped me with these words. This was simply beautiful and true, and what a wonderful world we would have if there were many more people who loved this way.

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  21. Our Neck of the WoodsOctober 21, 2013 at 10:24 AM

    So sad. I can't imagine what fear like that does to someone. I'm glad I've never had to endure it!

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