Written by Jacob Ibrag

Standing still upon a wet stone in the lake

behind the cabin, she closed her eyes and began to count

to seven. ‘Four, five, six,’ struggling to push the last number out

of her lips, she turned around and was met with his worried expression.

‘What are you doing all the way out here?’ He asked as she began to make her

way towards him. ‘It’s been, seven years and three days since she,’ looking back

into the lake, she couldn’t help but begin to collapse onto her knees. Catching

her before gravity pushed any further, he held her close to his chest and

whispered that he hadn’t forgotten. ‘Her last breath was the end of

my existence. She deserved better, more than we gave her.’

Photographer Unknown


21 comments on “Seven

  1. to let go of fear of death, is the beginning of how we all live.

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  2. This is beautiful! Very Moving!
    I guess its elegant cause its simple and proceeds direct towards the heart of the matter!

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  3. Mysterious. Great stories could come out of this as a prompt.

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  4. Letting go is always hard; yet necessary to achieve freedom.

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  6. trekforjohnjoe

    Beautiful! So simple and elegant. I love pieces of writing like this.

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  8. Memories of a forgotten breath?

    Nicely written…


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  9. Great written piece!

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  10. emotionsoflife2016


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  11. Heart-breaking last line. Beautifully written prose. It made my heart beat a little faster.

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  12. Awesome prose…both playful and profound

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