Knife glitters under
moonlight, buried in velvet
with no soft heart. Pause…
do not take that final step.
Turn back from the edge.
It’s time for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, where this week our prompt is ‘edge’. This is also the prompt for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge, so I’m also entering there too!
The photo above is of Beachy Head, a beauty spot on the Sussex coast, and also, sadly, a magnet for those who feel that life is too much for them. The cliffs are just too irresistible. A local charity, the Beachy Head Chaplaincy Team patrol the clifftops in order to give as much help and support to those in distress as they possibly can and save many lives in the process.
By the way, I am not on that precipice, please don’t worry! It was just the first thing that came to mind when seeing the prompt word…
They could not bring themselves to look at his chair, to speak of him, to barely eat the food that had, as always, been laid out so beautifully in front of them.
It was as if the carefully crafted rhythm of their days had been but a fallacy, for he had tricked them all into believing that he was present, that he was there, with them, rather than anywhere else but here, swallowed up by his demons as they chewed and swallowed their food.
“Where is he, Mom, where is Jack?”
She looked down at her youngest, suppressed tears that threatened to burn her with their salt, so strong was the urge to keen, to wail, to shout out the unanswerable question: “Why?”
“I don’t know, honey; hopefully, to a better place for him than here.”
Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this photo for our inspiration.
Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short too.