Thursday, 13 February 2014

Numbers








If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge

                              ~Napoleon Hill






I had oatmeal for breakfast because I rolled a four.


It's the way I start every day, with a choice. I've had oatmeal three times this week, I don't know if that makes me lucky or healthy or both.


Every morning as the clock strikes eight I run to the water's edge and drop to my knees.

 I wash the die with my eyes
closed and say your name in my mind's eye.


Katherine


I am only allowed to say it once so if I get it wrong there are no second chances. I have learned to say it one small syllable at a time.



kath-er-ine



Sometimes when I say it I feel your breath on the back of my neck and I can hear you laugh as you fly through the sky with the clouds and the seagulls. On some days I get nothing. I'm just cold and wet and sometimes it feels like your name is one step ahead of me and already spoken before I get the chance to catch up with it.



Then I open my eyes and write everything I should be thankful for in the sand or the name of everybody who has ever hurt me or every bad thing that I have done recently - depending on whether I roll a 1, 2 or a 3.



Today I rolled a 1. I am thankful for breathing, for gravity, for the oatmeal.


Then I rolled a 5 and made my way back, knowing that the sea would do it's job and receive my words in it's own time. Whenever I get a 6 I have to wait and make sure it happens. That happened on Monday and it was pissing down.





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I wrote this as part of this week's writing prompt over at Write on Edge Take a look, take part. Connect.









6 comments:

  1. I love this: Sometimes when I say it I feel your breath on the back of my neck and sometimes I can hear you laugh as you fly through the sky with the clouds and the seagulls."

    Is breath taking.

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  2. Thankyou :) That means a lot :)

    Ally :)

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  3. Leaving things to the roll of the dice… it's an intriguing idea. There's a sense of sadness permeating this, making me wonder what would happen without the dice. I enjoyed this a lot.

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    1. Thank You Angela,

      Yes sadness

      Ally :)

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  4. Your writing style is beautiful. I cannot write like you, but I do eat oatmeal 6 days a week. On Sundays, I make a big omelet breakfast for my husband and me. Have a great week ahead!

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  5. Thank You :) And thanks for popping along to my blog :) I lve Omelets but they always stick in the pan when I cook them!

    Ally

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