The Twittering Tale for this week is about regrets. I found the picture very sad because if people were to spend time writing such lists, they would spend a lot of time ruminating and pondering things not said, the effects on loved ones, and contemplation of what courses of actions loved ones might have taken if they had received the unsent messages. This takes too much time out of our finite existences. This is something a person with much life experience might put together. The immediate phrase that comes to my mind is Tempus Fugit.
I only considered things I wanted to say to loved ones. There is a second possibility. A person such as Oscar Wilde with only forty-six years to write might produce such a notebook but it would be very thick. I can imagine him thinking of the following and writing it down. “Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.” Wilde was not shy to express his cleverness and I am sure he used it. But if I thought of this line and didn’t have anywhere to use it, I would be sure to write it down for later use.
The third possibility is that there are things I wanted to say that would hurt others. My notebook would be a channel for venting my real feelings. The idea of such an “honesty” notebook is scary. What happens when it is found by members of the intended audience?
Finally, a notebook like this might be a writer’s idea book, something that can help break through writer’s block.
Kat provides thought-provoking prompts.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019
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You Had Me At…
I could never bring myself to say it. There were so many opportunities. Times we passed in the hall. That rainy day I held the door as you rushed by, damp hair smelling of cologne. Rememember? Why would you. Now I’m left to wonder what might have been if only I’d said ‘hello’.
You should have been willing to count and admit he wasn’t yours. But you lived behind shields for your ego. That shield prevented your expressions of love for him that he deserved. Now, in the end, you should know, he donated the kidney that allowed you to live this much longer.