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August Challenge – TAKING CHANCES
Begin or end your story with these words…'There was once a chance I didn’t take.’ If posting photos, let the photos tell the story.
Here is my entry:
Eleanor gazed at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. The dust motes had settled on the glass, she raised her hand, gently wiped the offending specks away. The difference was a more focused, aged face that stared back at her. Her eyes were still bright, the light burning behind them as fiercely as it ever did.
She placed her chin in her free hand, she tilted her head this way and then that, the double chin quivered slightly, the tight grey curls caught the sunlight and shone silver in the mirror. She had celebrated her 80th birthday last year, never thinking in her twenties that she would be this old. The lined face that looked back at her showed the passage of time, a lived in face, one that had had its fair share of sorrow but also a larger share of joy and happiness.
Eleanor attached her pearl earrings to her ears, placed the large string of pearls around her neck using the magnetic clasp, so useful with her arthritic hands, strapped her rose gold watch on, with the larger dial so she could actually tell the time these days, a quick check in the mirror as she moved from the bedroom to the front door to let her granddaughter in.
Hayley embraced her grandmother, kissed her paper thin cheek, inhaling the rose scent of the weathered skin.
‘You look different today, Nan. What have you been up to? You have a glint in your eye.’
Eleanor smiled at the young girl standing in front of her, beckoned for her to take a seat whilst she bustled around the tiny kitchen putting the kettle on to brew some tea. She placed homemade buns on a plate with an old fashioned cup and saucer for each of them.
‘Well I have a little secret that I must tell you. I hope it will be a nice surprise.’
Hayley smiled, her Nan never ceased to amaze her. She looked around the bright room; her Nan knew how to make a small kitchenette very homely with pictures and a bright tea cosy over the teapot.
The tea was poured, the buns offered, they munched in companionable silence. Then Hayley had to ask.
‘Spill the beans then, Nan. What have you been up to?’
Eleanor reached down to the magazine rack at the side of the table and withdrew a glossy magazine, one of those that catered for women of a certain age group with cooking recipes, knitting patterns, the agony aunt column, tips of what to wear and of course it always had some short stories in it.
‘I didn't know you read this type of stuff, Nan.’
‘Turn to page 30, my dear,’ was Eleanor’s reply.
Smack bang in the middle of the magazine was a printed poem by Eleanor Carter.
Hayley looked at her grandmother. ‘Is this yours?’
‘Read it and tell me what you think, my dear.’
Hayley finished reading the article and looked at her grandmother.
‘I didn't know that. Do you regret it?’
‘Not one bit of it, I wouldn’t have you if I had made that decision.’
Eleanor gazed at her reflection in the mirror
Too many days had gone past not enough tomorrows
Days filled with joy, days filled with sorrow
There were not many left for her to enjoy she knew
The news was delivered by a sympathetic doctor who
Smiled compassionately and patted her age freckled hand
Touching the engagement, eternity and golden wedding band
Eleanor nodded back at the fresh faced young lady
Smiling with tear laden eyes, she nodded sadly.
The memories came flooding back to a time 40 years ago
A slower pace of living, old tunes remembered on the radio
Her brown hair cascaded down her back, skimming her derrière
It was her pride and joy, her crowning glory, hiding a secret affair
She couldn’t give it up and make this change in her life
She’d said ‘yes’ in a moment of pressure, too much stress and strife
After a night’s sleep she regretted her decision in the morning
Sipping her tea in the conservatory as dawn was breaking
Weighing up the pros and cons and still pondering.
The scent of the honeysuckle flowers wafted in on the slight summer breeze
She shifted her position, hands entwined around her drawn up knees
She hugged the cushions tightly feeling his arms wrapped around her body
Breathing the essence of his thoughts knowing he wants this badly
Running through the options in the harsh light of day, her change of mind
To say ‘no’ to him she’ll rehearse all the reasons that she has outlined
Her main priorities are everything that she would leave behind.
The day wears on; she keeps herself busy making alternative plans
Tears well up as she can’t believe he will understand
At first she was excited and thrilled and had no hesitation to say ‘yes’
Then the doubts and lack of confidence crashed in as she tried to access
Her courage but bravery had abandoned her heart turning it to jelly
The walls were weak but she had her boundary
Somehow she couldn’t find a way to stop the feelings of misery.
The minutes ticked away constantly reminding her of the hour to come
As he walked in the door, throwing down his keys, ‘I’m home!’
The sleek, silky timbre of his voice so sultry with its English modulation
Vowels nicely rounded in that most elegant way of elocution
She looks long and hard in the mirror, sees the consequences of her action
She could do this but she’s afraid of the messy complication
It should be easy to turn this dilemma into joy without aggravation.
She grips his hand ever so tightly, looks him in the eye, Oh my darling Ben,
I can’t come with you when your firm sends you to work in England.
Eleanor knew she couldn’t make the break
All those years ago - there was once a chance I didn't take.
Word count: 1,000