CCC #70
Although she openly attributed little good to her upbringing, there was no denying she had been taught the difference between right and wrong.
Many times over the course of her life she had found it necessary to humble herself. To return to the firm foundation which had been instilled upon her as a child. But she never stayed long.
Invariable the wounds that had driven her there would heal. And bolstered by the callus of scar tissue that inevitably formed where those wounds had once been, she would venture out again.
Every time further. And further…
Until eventually it became necessary to erode every shred of what she knew to be decency before she was humbled enough to admit she had been wrong yet again. Before she could bring herself to return.
And when she finally did, she found the foundation that she had always known to be firm and strong- cracked and fissured.
Years of neglect and abuse, alas having taken their toll.
This is my response to the photo prompt offered on Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
What a beautifully telling of the complex road to ruin.
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Sometimes I am forced to believe there is a point of no return…. Thanks for reading and being here to comment, D.
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Guess you’ve nailed it again. Sensitively penned, and a deep understanding, and creative in your use of analogies… as ever 🙂
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It was there just under the cracks in my otherwise smooth exterior just dying to come out. What more can I say? Thank you so much for your kind words.
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🙂 Thank you for participating 🙂
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This is beautifully written, sombre yet riddled with lessons and advice
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Thank you, Jude. Words that evidently just needed to be heard.
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Not taking away the plaudits for the one who picked the right ones👌🏾
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Well done.
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Thanks, T. Always my pleasure to see you here.
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Very profound writing.
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I am forever wading in the profound with one foot- whilst stepping in dog doo with the other….
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Lol! What a way to describe your talent.
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excellent Violet, I agree with others about the sensitive nature of your piece. I couldn’t help but feel it fitting beautifully with my prompt this week on Tale Weaver.
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Backbone. I cannot help but wonder if you refer to my protag not having one, or returning to the source which provides her with one…. Both equally inviting premises tho….
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I love your character studies, Violet, how beautifully you convey deep and often conflicted emotion. This is so self-destructively tragic.
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I love getting momentarily inside of my character- especially when it hints at being myself…. Thank you so much Diana.
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Lol.
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Powerful and true, and yet … I would venture to say that sometimes, underneath that cracked foundation, lay the possibility of relocating to a new ‘home’ or of pouring on a new foundation, embedded in with the old.
Very evocative, Violet!
Na’ama
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As long as there is breath, the possibilities are endless…
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Indeed, as Doc Solomon says to Marcus in “Apples in Applath” – “as long as you’re still breathing, all is not lost.” …
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