Sunday Photo Fiction – To Hover


I don’t know for how long it was that I had the sensation of you hovering over me. There were times when I appreciated you being there, like some sort of guardian angel but there comes a time when I wished that you would let me go so I could see if I could do it on my own.

I knew I couldn’t always be dependent on you. I had used you as a crutch for so long now I think it is the time for me to leave, step out into the world and see if I can hover like you.

I know you are apprehensive about me taking this step, but believe me, I think I am ready.

For no matter where I go I know you’ll be there watching, ready to rescue me should I stumble and fall. And I do love that about you. You are my insurance against the slings and arrows of this world.

My mind is made up, I think I am ready.

Will you hold this while I make ready?

Yes it’s my GPS charger; we are born with them built in now. Cool eh?


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25 Responses to Sunday Photo Fiction – To Hover

  1. J. Milburn says:

    Ahhh! I want my implanted GPS! I’m horrible with directions, you can ask my wife (better yet, don’t 😉 ). Creative and great take on the prompt!

  2. Anja says:

    hahaha I like what you did with the photo. Nice… GPS is in my car and phone. I think I am good to go. Although my car has a British accent now.

  3. Lyn says:

    Now this went in a completely different direction to where I thought it was going. Good job of misdirection, Michael 😀

  4. Sounds like my relationship with a certain daughter! Goodness ..lessons needed it seems, I used mine today for the first time.. GPS that is. I liked where you took this. 🙂

  5. Al says:

    Heh, I like that. An internal GPS could be handy, but that voice in the head may be a problem 😉

  6. Here I thought what a moving and emotional write and then the end took me for a spin lol I have no sense of direction no joke that my 6 year old leads me home when I get lost. She is like a GPS her sense of direction is just impeccable

  7. This totally surprised me where you ended this. But i want that GPS…when my daughter was 3 she would help me get back home…no kidding! The fuel I wasted getting lost…sheesh! I’m told GPS is bad for older people, like moi, we need to use our memories…draw mental maps to avoid dementia. {Sigh} I think I may get lost there too.

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