A tale of fulfilment ….. by Michael
Image: Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn.
He wasn’t sure why it was he reached out to her that day. After all, she appeared far more disabled than he was.
At least I’m upright he told himself as he looked down on her. She seemed quite comfortable in her state of dishevelment, lying there you could have been mistaken for thinking she was one of those council statues placed around the town symbolising the history of the place. Though wanting to commemorate the down and outers of society wasn’t what the town leaders thought might be a positive town image.
Initially, she had spurned his help.
“Fuck off,” she screamed at him, and turned away covering her body with the one blanket she owned, which was more a dirty rag than anything else.
“I’ve food,” he said not offended as her language was the language he knew.
“You have? What you want…
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Thank you Reena for the photo challenge. I have responded in a haiku/senryu; Helene Vaillant added two lines to form a renga.
Dr. Lim Keng Huat, http://www.wonkywizard.wordpress.com.
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Brilliant interpretation of the image! The fallen can pull you down.
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We must know our own strength and limitation before we try to pull someone up, and then leave them.
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