Picture it & write – She was three, no five…

Ermilia’s Picture it & write  (Sunday 03 February 2013)

Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.


Reproduced from Ermilia's Blog
Reproduced from Ermilia’s Blog

She fell.

That’s what they said.

She fell whilst walking.

What was she doing walking?

Why wasn’t she at home where she should have been?

Why didn’t anyone see she was missing?

What’s up with the world; when a little sweet innocent child can be out walking when she should have been at home; safe at home?

What is the world coming to?

No, I won’t sit still.

No, I refuse to believe this.

I refuse to believe.

I can’t believe this.

She was only three. No, that was yesterday. No, of course she was more than three. She was five. I remember when she was three. So sweet. Just a babe. Yes, just a babe. And now,  she’s gone.

I can’t believe this. I can’t.

Carolyn Page


  1. oh carolyn, the emotions your story had put me though… i could feel the woman’s anguish. truly, it’s a mother’s nightmare come to life.

    1. Yes, the short sentences do bring a kind of urgency with them.
      I have known (as most have known) shock; a situation when the gravity of the situation is overwhelming, such as when a dear one passes. From my own experience, my words were such as I’ve written; short, disconnected, confused.
      I can’t begin to imagine how a mother would feel under these circumstances however, if she were anything like me, words would become a means to stab out the pain she would feel within. They may not come forward fluidly, but rather with the pain of her incredibly mixed emotions… Indeed, a terrible moment in anyone’s life…
      Thank You for your comment; I have really appreciated it…

  2. goin dark Carolyn. But the truth must be told and faced. We learn from our pain, we learn to let go once we let it swollow us, chew us up and spit us out. We get up and go on with our lives by becoming stronger

    1. One would certainly hope so, Dace….
      You have articulated this process so well.
      “We learn from our pain, we learn to let go once we let it swollow us, chew us up and spit us out. We get up and go on with our lives by becoming stronger.”
      You can only write like this when you have experienced such conditions… My hat is off to you, Dace. I admire you and your strength…

    1. Thank You… I’m so pleased for your comment. I wouldn’t have realised that –
      “evoking a powerful emotion without the horror aspect.”
      Somehow this pleases me. Such a situation is bad enough without further compounding it; so to speak…!

      I must tell you once again; I’m am so enjoying the opportunity to participate in your Pi&w challenges… and urge others to ‘join in’…. 🙂

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