The Opening — #writephoto Sight

Sue Vincent's photo prompt for #writephoto Sight

Even a thick, stone wall can have an opening letting light through like a window with a rock-hard frame. Outside our window two cars stopped. The front car was undamaged. The front bumper of the rear car, however, hung almost to the ground which made the accident look worse than it was.

Standing on the grass a sixteen-year-old girl watched an older woman, the driver of the front car, examine the damages. Her brother stood by her side ready to act if there was anything he needed to do, but there wasn’t much he could do.

A third car arrived. A second woman stepped out and the two adults talked. The second woman gave the first her insurance information and then she walked to her daughter. One could sense the daughter’s tears hiding behind her eyes and deepening frown. I imagine she wanted to know what was so wrong with her that she could have unintentionally and unexpectedly damaged her family.

Her mother’s arms opened and wrapped themselves around her daughter. Now we all have these openings, if we want to use them, but sometimes, perhaps because the fairy tales we tell ourselves aren’t real, we do not think we do. Anyway, without demanding an explanation, the mother emptied the tears hiding in her daughter’s heart through the opening of her own.


Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Sight.  She provided the photo for the prompt.

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Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

37 thoughts on “The Opening — #writephoto Sight”

  1. A nice story ! Everybody acting in such a civilized way. Saw on the news today: a car bumped into a bicycle. The cyclist held on in despair to the car and was dragged on until he fell off, dead.

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    1. This story could have turned out very differently. The beauty is that it didn’t. I was more or less reporting it just as it happened outside our kitchen window focusing on the changing expressions of the silent teenager’s face. But who knows what happened when they got home? I like to think she was supported there as well. Thanks, Danik!

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    1. When I was watching these events I expected her to be, at least subtly, angry as well. Maybe she was, but I couldn’t see it. Perhaps she was relieved her children were safe after hearing about the accident? Thank you, Lyn!

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  2. It’s a beautiful story. And I can relate. Sometimes we are afraid our loved ones will judge us instead of love us unconditionally which is what the young girl needed and many people need when they’ve messed up. Nice story.

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    1. I watched that story happen right outside my window. I agree: the young girl needed unconditional love. It could have turned out differently, but the beauty is that unconditional love is what she received from her mother. Thank you, Amanda!

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