Tangling Roots

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Tangling Roots

She heard the seductive call drift in on the soft breeze that brushed her ear, “Come and dance”. Was it the tumor speaking or did the maze actually beckon her? The hopeless grinding assault on her breast had left her drained and devoid of her own voice. She had been whole once and the maze would not have frightened her then. She hesitated, unsure of her path. Another heartbeat and she lifted her face to the sun and took the first step. The maze like her cancer journey was fraught with blind curves, endless swatches of darkness, tangling roots, and a dead end.

 

 

 

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26 responses to “Tangling Roots

  1. It’s too bad the cancer treatment was a dead end. It makes me think this is her final path. This has a nice descriptive quality. Nicely written, piece.

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  2. Very nice. Perhaps a new beginning? There’s a sappy song about every new beginning being another new beginnings end . . . gets me every time. We can only hope.

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  3. Yes, Nancy. Perhaps this was just a dark moment. We should never stop hoping.

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  4. You have written the journey well. I see it as a merry-go-round but a maze works even better. I particularly liked her uncertainty as to whether it was the tumour talking. She had lost her own voice but your voice was strong and direct.

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  5. That’s a tough call. I know a young lad who has only weeks to live – no treatment left for him – just morphine.

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  6. My first response was, oh this is sad. It felt like hopelessness. Then, I realized that it could be the cancer that comes to a dead-end (in other words it is conquered and eradicated. My hope is for the latter.

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  7. Dear Tracey,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. That was quite a journey that touched me. I recently had a scare but tests showed that a spot was non-cancerous.

    Well done story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. I can feel myself there with her. Life is like a maze, full of expected turns and twists, but then that is the challenge to see if we can work our way through. Love your piece.

    Lily

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  9. Beautiful and sad. Nicely written.

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  10. Well done. Lots of feeling here.

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  11. A dead end.. I had so hoped for a sweet end in a gazebo instead.. so often these mazes have those ends though,

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  12. Very sad. Effective imagery to connect the maze to her journey. I’m sorry there’s no exit for her.

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  13. Hey Tracey! It was a sad story, I wish her a better outcome. Great writing, well done! 🙂

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  14. Thanks Arl, I can’t bake so I write. Ha ha

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