Fiction: The spark is gone

I’m spying on my husband. I don’t feel proud of it, but it may be worth trying.

He says the spark is gone.

I don’t understand. Not too long ago the intensity of our love was so big and felt like an earthquake every time we were close to each other.

Then it’s gone? All of a sudden, like this?

I think this is some kind of plot. I’m not sure what for, but it just can’t be true.

The spark cannot be gone. It’s not gone for me! 

I love him….

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Last week I wrote my entry for the Writing Prompt #27 while watching my daughter’s jump rope tournament, and saved it on OneNote to publish here later. But with the busyness os the weekend I ended up completely forgetting to do so, until today, 2 days after the ‘deadline’.

Oooopsy!

But since I did write,  I decided to post it anyways. Here it is then.  The prompt words for that week were:

WORTH | SPARK | PLOT | QUAKE | SPY |

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Snapshots of Gold and Silver

Straight lines. A few horizontal, most vertical. Some cutting the landscape diagonally, but always up, reaching for the sky.

They are brown or grey. Occasionally disrupted by a fighting leave, trying to hold tight in spite of the wind. But today there is no wind.

And the sky today is blue. If you look really, really far into the horizon, you can see some clouds, but otherwise, just plain blue sky.

So the sun is up. Not too high, not too warm, at this time of the year and at this latitude. Still warming, though. And when it’s up there, trying to warm us up no matter what, we all go out and try to soak most of it.

That’s when the brown and gray lines become Gold and Silver threads. Tree branches becoming precious with the happiness of soaking the warming rays of the Sun.

This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Snapshots

Weekly Writing Challenge: Dear Abby

Dear Abby,

I’m 37 years old and I’m aware that I have a great friends, wonderful nephews I babysit sometimes, an awesome job on a great company. A good life, most would say. But somehow sometimes I feel everything is just plain wrong in my life. My best friends are irritating and do everything wrong, my nephews are cute but I just don’t have the patience with them at all, my job is not motivating enough, the company sucks, with too much politics in the team.

Deep inside I know they are all good, but I still can’t stand it anymore. Sometimes I feel like dropping everything and starting all over with different people, different career, different life. Because my life seems to suck big time. Just wrong!

I feel lost and I don’t know what to do, how to start fixing my life.

Please, help.

Magda

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Dear Magda,

I feel for you, but one thing I would ask you to do is to evaluate each of the statements you wrote in your letter.

Typically, when a person tells that everything is her life is wrong, then the problem is not really in the everything, but on the person. More precisely on the person’s attitude towards the everything.

A career change sometimes is a good thing, but are you really unhappy with your current one? Wasn’t it the career you chose in the past? What has changed since then?

You nephews are just kids, and they’ll love you in any case. But you should always remember that they are most likely making your life better than worse. That may help finding the tranquility when the patience is running out and get back into being a nice auntie.

You also said that your best friends are irritating and do everything wrong. My question to you is if this ‘everything wrong’ they do are new to them, or if they have always been like that and have always done the same ‘wrong’ things. If the answer is the later, then I ask why wasn’t the ‘everything wrong’ an issue for you in the past when your friendship was formed and why it is a problem now?

So my advise is to try to think more objectively and evaluate each of your problems to see if the problem is indeed in the subject or if it’s on the way you’re currently looking at it.

Best regards,

Abby

 

 

This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Dear Abby

 

Weekly Writing Challenge: Image vs. Text – Mornings

 

 

This post was created in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Image vs. Text

I never considered myself good at drawing, but also never considered myself too good at writing either and I’m still here writing… recently I draw some stick-men images to illustrate my workouts on one of my blogs, and the drawing were a big hit among my workout pals. So I decided to try the same style for this challenge, just a different theme…