The given word at Sunday Scribblings 2 is wayside, although I've been a bit cheeky and split it into two words! I used each half twice to make up for my mischeiviousness (blimey, that's a long word!)
The story first came to mind when I saw this week's photo at Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Rochelle, inspirational as ever.
Photo: Reclining gentleman
This piece is unusually serious for me; I'm not quite sure where it came from!
What lies beyond I wonder? There must be more than this.
If I take the first step, who knows if I will l arrive safely on the other side.
Will I stop half way to gaze down at the troubled waters and see myself swimming against the tide? Shall I heed my pleas for help, or give in and watch myself sink into the blackness beneath?
I will leave now. Yes. I'll take that first step along the way to the other side to join my other self, the self I'm meant to be. I’ll stride out and look only forward. I will.
Just be there to greet me, hold me, lead me.