(And so, I hope, to a fitting conclusion to this project. Thanks to Sarah Salway for letting me use the same format as on her blog. This has been fun and not really a challenge at all. Finding the stimulus was the only real work here, thirty different pictures and the difference was the thing. Being stimulated to write was the easy part.)
(151)A SON’S DEATH
I don’t know how it has come to this. I don’t think she
knows either. For better or worse and this is surely the worst. And now a
parting of the ways – behind us a boy lies in the ground. Just a boy, and
losing him we lost our way.
(152)THE END
It’s not necessarily a bad thing, when things end. Pain, for
example. And long journeys that have dragged on. And bitter cold spells when
the thaw comes. Maybe Marcel saw it coming and expecting it made it easier to
bear. He looked peaceful enough, like he could be only sleeping.
(153)THAT’S ALL FOLKS!
I wanted this to be appropriate but also bright. Like the
explosive burst at the end of a firework or the close of cartoons with ‘that’s
all folks’, zany music leaving you looking forward to coming back for more of
the same. Not this. Not the dirge that this is.
(154)WHEN THE SUN DIES
‘Will it ever end?’ Margueritte said. She meant the earth,
the sun, the stars. She was talking science and years beyond measure. She’d
read something and it was a worry in her head. Something about the limits of
our universe. ‘And if it does, then what’s it all been for?’
(155)THE CLOSE OF THE PROJECT
Ok. It’s been fun. A rollercoaster ride, every day a
different view. Yes, that’s it. Harder some days than others, but never really
hard. Not once he’d started. A short burst of energy and not draining but its
opposite. Now it’s the end and he could do it all over.
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