A huge, amorphous rock with haunting facial features and a crutch, had parked itself right across my path and wouldn’t budge. Indeed, on second thoughts, it wasn’t a rock at all, but a humungus, black rain cloud metamorphosed into a rock just to spite me.
Screw positive thinking! It was no coincidence, that I was The Chosen One. Otherwise, why would a huge, black rock from outer space, suddenly land on MY PATH? It must’ve had geo-tracking honed to my very coordinates. Mum, was right. We’d been born under an unlucky star.
That’s when I saw her shoes sticking out.
This has been another contribution for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields. PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr.
Given my health problems, I have naturally pondered why bad things happen. Well, more than the bad stuff. More the really traumatic stuff, which also challenges our notions of fairness such as the death of a child. Sometimes, I know I’ve certainly felt targeted or singled out and that was hard to take.
These were some of the thoughts which went into my take on this week’s prompt.
What are your thoughts about why we experience adversity? I love to hear from you.
Hope you’re having a great week.