Wednesday 16 December 2015

100 Words: A Life Spent Staring

A beautiful view, of course, don’t get me wrong, but I have spent my life staring out my kitchen window; the beauty has grown old. 

I’ve raised dogs, cats, children and one man.  Happily; quietly; meekly.  And they have all left me for other kitchens or the grave.  

I’ve seen generation after generation of sheep come and go to the slaughter; I’ve seen the fields change season so many times they’ve blurred together and become meaningless.


I need to get out.


Now I stare at scenes displayed in the world’s art galleries.  

And I meet people and discuss.  

Endlessly discuss.


Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:


Kitchen Window