Janey's date with fateA Story by jowritesThis short story speaks about how dear our life is to us, sometimes even more than we may realize.Janey
wanted to die sometimes. It was all too overwhelming for her. For the first
time in her life, she actually thought how easy it would be to give it all up,
it would take just one instant and everything would end. One painful instant!
She wondered, what would happen to the people who loved her. Her parents would
be devastated, her brother would cry for days. Her niece was too young to know
anything. Janey would probably be remembered only as a photograph by her niece
- her only aunt who died at the age of 26. Would she ever be able to relate
with Janey, would she feel pity for her when she grew up? Would she ever know
that her only aunt would have loved her like her own daughter? She thought
about her husband, would he miss her very much? Would his claims of everlasting
love be true? Would she end up as a lost memory in his head, only to remembered
in some dusty moments.
In those final moments she thought about her parents and her childhood home and how happy she was as a child. She saw her father coming home from work, bringing with him a small paper bag of biscuits for her and her brother. How they would eagerly open up those little treats their papa bought home. She could smell her mommy's cooking in the kitchen and the sound of the stirring spoon. Her mommy was feeding her little morsels of food. Her elder brother was holding her. Her papa was telling them stories about work. Her mommy was then cuddling her as she sang,
"Close your eyes, my baby, shed not a tear In the morning when you wake, I will be right here"
She
was safe, she was protected and nothing could harm her there. It was with this
warm nostalgic feeling that Janey landed on the ground below.
© 2013 jowritesAuthor's Note
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AuthorjowritesAboutI live the way that I choose to I don't like to run the lonely race I will pick you up with me if you need me to I read to understand the greatest minds of all days And I write only for the pure j.. more..Writing
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