Something a little different from me today, inspired by the heart-renching situation in the Ukraine. One month in from the Ukraine/Russian conflict. I have never been to Russia or the Ukraine, so the few photos I share today are from other parts of Europe in a happier time. I really enjoyed taking photos of balconies on our trip to Spain, Malta & Italy in 2018.
This piece I wrote the other day from my writer's group home writing prompt -
No-one answered the door, so Tina took her mobile
phone out of her pocket.
With only a backpack hastily stuffed with a change of clothes and her
passport, Tina had travelled all day and all night to get here. First by train,
almost empty of other passengers, then hitched a ride in the back of a truck,
the weary men looking askance at her. Lastly on foot through the ravaged countryside
and deserted streets, hardly recognising her surroundings since her visit last
spring.
How could it be that at the end of her journey no-one was here to meet
her? Tina looked again at the text message from her sister asking her to come
quickly…or was it pleading? She had tried to call her sister several times
since leaving home, but couldn’t get through. With each kilometre she had grown
more anxious.
Tina stepped back from the heavy wooden door and looked up. Above was an
iron balcony and an open door with lace curtains wafting gently in and out. She
glanced up and down the street. No-one was out at this early hour but she
didn’t want to draw attention to herself by calling out. A lone dog snuffled
around a rubbish bin.
Tina blew her warm breath into her hands and then reached for the ornate
brass door knocker. The thud echoed dully within. She waited but no-one came.
She pushed on the door and it creaked slowly open. Dry leaves scattered
around her feet. Stepping cautiously inside Tina scanned the deserted courtyard
strewn with dying plants and broken furniture.
A cat slunk away through an open doorway. She followed and was shocked
by the disarray inside. Broken tiles and debris littered the floor and plaster
hung limply from the exposed roof beams.
On the gilt framed mirror on the opposite wall was one word scrawled in lipstick or was it blood – “run”
I hope you and yours are doing well. I pray for a peaceful resolution in the Ukraine, and cry for the children and families who are suffering.
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