Charlotte purposely checked in on a Sunday when it would be quieter. She walked the grounds outside her room. The rustling of the leaves called out to her. “Help me”. She looked around. She was alone.
She walked to the edge of the man-made pond. Tears blurred her vision but there in her reflection, she saw her sister. She knew what she must do.
She went back to her room and poured half the pill bottle into her palm. She washed them down with a glass of water and then swallowed the rest.
She took off her shoes and lay down on the bed. Finally the voices were silenced.
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
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The Day After 
I think she had already decided when she made the Sunday reservation
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She certainly came prepared.
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I can see your story in this photo, Dawn.
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So sad with many unanswered questions.
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Oh! I feel that past evil is afoot. Thanks for leaving us with questions….
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I hit “like” , but I wish there was an “Ugh” button.
Randy
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Not a grand way to deal with things… so sad
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A sad tale, well written. I hope she finds peace.
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Very sad this week, Dawn.
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This is tragic. Very sad. Well told
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Back to your chucklable best, Dawn.
A great piece of writing, lots of questions, only the ultimate answer.
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Dear Dawn,
You captured not only Charlotte’s desperation, but also the peace in her decision. 😦 Sad piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very sad story, but well written.
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Oh no…there are a lot of unanswered questions here but you did superb in weaving a tale that tugs at the heart.
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I think you capture those last moments so well, how much loneliness plays in that final moment.. I have pulled a friend away from doing it by just talking on the phone.
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Very sad story. I wonder if there hadn’t been a pond if she would have made a different choice. The setting totally works.
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Poor woman – I feel for her. Whatever happened to her sister wasn’t her fault, but clearly she thinks it is.
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You have a very good way of conveying emotion. Strong writing.
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Thank you Russell.
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Powerful and sad. The ‘help me’ in the beginning raises many questions.
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Yes, like is she psychotic? Is it the tell tale heart or just the wind?
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Such a lovely yet terrible story. Very evocative. Great job.
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Thank you
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So sad. Life is the better option.
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Oh no! I was hoping someone would stop her.
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The story didn’t say if it was a clinic or hotel. I would guess it’s a clinic. The staff may have to answer for her death. She sounds schizophrenic. There seems to be another layer involving her sister. Good writing, Dawn. —- Suzanne
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There is indeed Suzanne. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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