I’m not sure how I got here but here is where I am once again. It started with an image, a picture of some hats on a rack, nothing ominous, mundane actually.
I let my mind wander and I was back on the beach. I felt the salt air sending my hair into its familiar frizz. I could use one of those hats.
The gulls and the sea crashing on the beach harmonized; a distant clanking echoed.
I am alone here. Not just without a husband or kids, family or friends, alone, but completely alone.
There is no one.
This week’s photo: © Jan Wayne Fields
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The Day After 
I she terrified, I wonder? Or liberated?
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Good question. Thanks Neil.
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Dear Dawn,
So nice to see you here, where you are NOT alone. Heart breaking piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle.
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Loneliness is a powerful force, especially at this time. Nice to see you back here Dawn.
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Thanks Lain. I’ve been working my way back 🙂
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That was so terribly sad.
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Thanks Dale. (I think)
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🙂
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Goodness, that was powerfully dark!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Some days are like that 😉
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There is no alone like completely, horribly, unalterably alone. Good writing. And it’s good to see you 🙂
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Thanks Linda. I was having a hard time getting back. Hopefully this cracked the shell.
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Welcome back, Dawn. Standing out in my front yard a month ago, I felt exactly that way. No traffic, no mail truck, no neighbors. It was a scene out of “Omega (Wo)man.”
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It’s a ll pretty eery.
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So heart-breakingly true for some people now.
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Yes. Thanks.
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That’s really complete loneliness. I hope she finds relief somehow.
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I hope so too. thanks for commenting Michael.
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A very sad piece.
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Thanks for reading Ali.
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The sense of loneliness is palpable in your words. A moving piece indeed.
My short story
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Thanks Keith
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The message in a bottle always intrigues me. A good idea for your story.
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And thanks for the earworm! lol
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tough situation be in. hopefully, she’ll get over her depression soon.
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Fingers crossed 🙂
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Oh! Nicely done. Love that last line! So many questions left unanswered.
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Thanks Lish.
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Good to see you again, Dawn and your usual cheery offering.
Wonderfully dismal.
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Thank you sir, 🙂
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A topical and potent piece of writing.
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Loneliness can be a killer, and you captured this very well.
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Thanks Liz
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Welcome back … a vivid description of the feelings one has
when loneliness sets in. You had me with the word – beach.
Always a wonderful place to be alone.
Isadora 😎
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Thanks Izzy…sorry for my delay in responding, your comment was in my spam folder 😦
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No worries … glad you were able to find my comment even if it was in SPAM … still isn’t fixed. It’s very f ustrating but there are other things in life that are so far worse. Thanks for letting me know.
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Not alone here. … I’m sorry that these are such difficult times.
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Me too… 🙂
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Hang in there! We all in this together. Waving at you from New York City …
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❤
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