Like any Sunday last Sunday was a day when I took myself out of the house and down to the coast.
It’s a comforting thing as my life is very hectic and a Sunday at the beach and wandering the rock platform below the Point Lighthouse is just the thing.
But this Sunday there was something different a sense within me that all was not well.
I heard the beep on my phone and looked down to see a message from Darcy. Darcy is my long time girlfriend and like me a keen blogger. Her message confirmed my feelings of ill ease.
Our good friend and fellow blogger Barbara had passed away earlier in the morning.
I sat below the lighthouse and remembered the times I had been in contact with her. She had thanked me once for bringing new participants to her writing challenge. I didn’t know I had but it was nice to know she noticed such things. A few times she had asked me if I thought the prompts were too hard. From my perspective they could never be too hard.
I know she liked to be reassured that everything as well with the prompt that people were responding as they felt fit, some weeks more than others, but that was the nature of such challenges.
I realised a part of my week and life was now gone, one I enjoyed participating in.
Around me seagulls did what seagulls do, make noise and fly, sit and wait in hope of food.
One such gull sat near to me, looked at me as if about to ask a question or was it the start of something it wanted me to finish…..
Thank you Barbara for all the fun you allowed me to have participating in ‘Mondays Finish The Story’.