Such a powerful prompt this week – yowza! Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and her continuous work at Friday Fictioneers for providing us with such fare to engage and reflect. Please join us if you have an urge to translate experience into words.
(this prompt was so good I’ve included 3 responses in the manner of brainsnorts)
She grasps while he flees. The horror of everything offered. He’s reaching all the same. She clings, and thus submerged, loss becomes attachment. He yearns. They’re vulnerable. Their hold and flight are balance. A panicking fail like this can require only one thing – somebody’s everything – which she offers, and which frightens him to terror. She lays it at his feet and pursues – without her he would fall – traumatizing him, for there will come a day.
Everything depends on it. Seems to.
This risk, this reach, this grasp.
All has been let go, ripped away for this advance.
She’s nothing left but hope and fear.
Submerged in this suspension.
And he in silent trauma – terrorized.
What would be the gain – of grasping or clasping; a yearn or a vortex; great loss or its threat?
A possible life? An wholistic vitality? The “whole hurly-burly”*?
We leave it here. NOW. In the reaching.
*Ludwig Wittgenstein’s phrase for the complex background, context of human life
“Do you not get it?” she stressed, “can you seriously not see what I’ve done?”
“EVERYTHING!” she cried, “EVERYTHING I’ve left and abandoned, deserted, let go, in order to offer myself up to you! – to come for, reach out to – YOU!”
“This is unbelievable!” she, exasperated. “I really and truly cannot!” she, bewildered.
And he – silently terrorized, traumatized, afraid.
Trapped in this suspension – the grasping or clasping; the yearn or submersion; the loss or its threat.
And what of the gain – a possible life? An wholistic vitality? What – ?
We leave it here. NOW. Reaching.
N Filbert 2013