Thank you bereavedsingledad for nominating me to take part in the ‘Tell the story challenge’, where I tell the story behind the picture. I’m using it alongside my own monthly story writing challenge, so here goes…
I’d finally managed to escape my life… I was finally free.
Having met the man a week ago, he had quickly realised I was wasting my life away here on this small island I called home. He had noticed the grit under my nails proving the hard labour I endured to keep my siblings fed. He had listened to my story and brushed away my tears while telling me I was worth so much more.
In such a short time with him, I had learned so much more about living. He had taken me out, fed me a decent meal, danced with me, showed me things I had only imagined. I was special in his eyes, not a run down village girl but somebody who could make my own way in this big world.
Dreams started to fill my mind, a hope I had never felt before, never even known I had wanted before. I began to consider options. Yes my family was important to me but surely I need to think about myself.
I had finally came to realise it was not my responsibility to take care of my family, he had managed to open my eyes. I could see clearly at last and could see my way out.
I didn’t tell anybody my decision. I was well aware they would stop me. But I left them a note…
“I’m sorry. I had to leave. I love you all but I have found another I love. He will look after me and one day when you can forgive me, you will realise I made the right decision. I can not live here to be married off to a villager as you choose. I do not want to be held back by a man, I want a man who will help me achieve my worth. He will do that… I love you all…”
I left the note on my bed and crept off into the night.
I’d finally managed to escape my life… Now as I look back across the sea at the last glimpse of home, through the net cage containing me, I realise I will never be free again.
If anyone is interested in taking part in this challenge, please use the above picture to tell me what you see, in any form of writing you choose.
I look forward to seeing through your eyes…