10 May

Stop. Drop. Write for five minutes.


Five Minute Friday here.

All on one word: Comfort                                                                                        

Holding Hands shadow on sand



Both of us in the car, driving on our way back home.

We talked quietly about everything and nothing in particular when a memory triggered  pain from the past.

Remembrances flooded back, tears quietly leaked.

Heart cracked wide open.

He looked over in the evening darkness, and without a word held out his hand.

I grabbed hold.

He spoke volumes to me that night.



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4 Responses to “Comfort”

  1. jodaley May 10, 2013 at 9:11 am #

    So poignant. Sometimes a hand to hold is enough.

  2. Mia May 10, 2013 at 9:16 am #

    Dear Dawn
    Isn’t is wonderful how his quiet hand spoke volumes without uttering a single word. When we hurt, we need a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, someone to help carry the burden but we not want well-meaning advice.
    Blessings from FMF

  3. Sharon O May 10, 2013 at 7:52 pm #

    That is beautiful… just simple and full of tender beauty.

  4. godschick May 11, 2013 at 10:30 am #

    So sweet and to the point….and beautifully written. Found you at FMF. Blessings to you!!!

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