Alone, like the bird on the lake.

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A lake near a walking trail we use in Loveland, Co.

Jenna felt as alone as the bird on the lake. The water was stilled, a channel with no place to go, like her. Now she was out of a job with no money, or friends. She knew the company would not take her back.

 

I can’t undo what I did, led to believe I could have it all. I believed him, the ‘CEO’ who promised the career move would secure my future. But, instead he manipulated me, wanting “things” in return, leading me down a lonely, dark path.

 

She heard a voice, “Jenna. Go back. Trust me.”

 

She looked.

 

God?

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Footnotes: The above story is fiction, not my own. I took the photo while walking on this trail with my husband and dog, Maggie. From time to time, I will post photos of places or things where I have been, and use the photo as a prompt for a short fiction story, or just tell a little about where the photo was taken with my own perspective on it. As always, comments and feedback are welcome.

 

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