The last song I heard today was The Best by Five For Fighting, from the album Playlist: The Very Best of Five For Fighting. This song wasn’t released as a single and, to be honest, I don’t recall ever hearing it… so when it randomly came up on my cell phone at work the other day, and I started to hear the lyrics, I had to step outside for a few moments to compose myself.
You know James… I’d started to write this post a few days ago. I was going to use this song to tell you about our weekend together, from the 28th to the 31st of March. I was going to record it all so that, hopefully, you’d be able to remember it later.
But I have a tendency to be overly detailed… I didn’t…
Every week a new photo is used as a prompt for Sunday Photo Fiction. If you want to have a go, take a look here, or click on the froggy to see other stories.
This is part of Dan’s Story which can be found here
Looking over his shoulder, Dan made sure Dahlia was nowhere near, as he started moving the limbs. He recognised the tattoo on one Vakarian arm and felt ill. He dropped to a crouch and closed his eyes. He remembered his time as a Private Investigator, a case stuck out to him. Animals turned up with legs missing, eyes missing, some even with heads missing. The cuts on them reminded him of the cuts on the limbs here. Whoever this was had evolved. They travelled down a road that there is only way out of, and he knew it was not going to be pretty. Before that though, he needed to show that this was not an attack and there was no “us versus them” starting again. Dan knew his old office was the only place that held all the records, and that held a lot of darkness for him.
Dan walks up the long winding road with a bottle in his upper hand. He staggers into a bin and apologises, laughing and shaking his head. Rounding the corner, he sees the woman he loves with the man he hates. He looks at Dan, and runs the knife across her throat …
When I took this photo, I knew immediately that it was to be the provisional Photo of the Week, and there has been nothing else that I wanted to replace it with. I love the effect of the light coming through the trees.
Everything we do, starts something new. Everything we say, changes the thoughts of those around us. Everything we think, changes our own path. We all have a destiny, and we are always hurtling headlong towards it. Sometimes though, we will meander across that path occasionally doing what we were born to do and also doing that which we wish. Although we have a destiny, it does not mean that is all we can do. We have free will to do our own thing. Some of us may have already reached our destiny and are now free to live our lives with no interference from fate. Our destiny will change people, or a person, or the world. It will change us though, and a new us will emerge.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and I wish to thank Cory for the title which is from Doctor Who, Michelle for one of the quotes and Chocolate Socrates for another, and finally Jasmine Kyle.