Tale Weaver #126 – Death (2) – 29/6/17 – The Red Heart


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Death did on occasion find a soul with a red heart attached.

He was never too sure who put it there, but he suspected it was the Giver of Life from upstairs.

Before him lay, Amy Wallace, 84 years of age and about to breathe her last.

One of the things Death liked about his job was a person’s life was there before him at the moment of their death. It made determination easy.

Amy Wallace’s life had been a difficult one. Abuse as a child, a neglectful mother, a disrupted childhood, rape as a teenager and a child from the first rape, a marriage to a disturbed man full of perversities and then a withdrawal from society inside a second marriage that was safe and secure.

What made Amy’s life different was her determination to not just breath and keep breathing but to do something with each breath she took.

It took her a long time to acquire the courage, but after years of re-living her past, she decided to write her story. It was not only an act of incredible bravery to face once again the demons of her past, but in her writing, she reached out to other victims of abuse and so took on an advocacy role, one she never imagined could happen.

Her work opened doors for other abuse victims to reveal and tell their story and take the first tentative steps towards healing and finding peace in their lives.

Amy Wallace was no great stand-out woman. She was a small lady, and as Death looked at her lying in her bed, her long brushed grey hair sitting either side of her face he couldn’t help but marvel at what she had accomplished.

The red heart was a clear indication of where she was to go next. Reaching down he took her hand and led her to the waiting angel.


Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/06/29/tale-weaver-126-death-29617/

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27 Responses to Tale Weaver #126 – Death (2) – 29/6/17 – The Red Heart

  1. Fandango says:

    And now we know what the red heart means — or at least what Death believes it to mean — and how one gets it. Thanks for clearing that up — or at least I think you cleared that up.

  2. scribblersdip says:

    wow – now here was a work that I didn’t see coming from a mile away! (and that’s a compliment) –

    it’s a great prompt, of course, difficult in some ways, weighty subject etc. and even as you mentioned that it could be used in any way, you’ve chosen a route here that sounds like we’re about to wander off down a slightly humourous side, with a touch of macabre or fancy, but instead, you’ve written a very memorable story – slightly haunting – just enough to consider how many suffer such terrible things, and how each, in their own ways, have to then walk the world and never quite know where or how things will turn out – always with this dark and terrible shadow – yet this piece Michael – is suffused with a gentleness – well done – and thank you 🙂

  3. Jael Sook says:

    Oh WOW, I could almost cry. What a lovely heart you have for the downtrodden and fiercely abused. And thanks for clearing up the red-heart mystery 🙂 Mine will post at midnight PDST…

  4. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful, simply beautiful 💜💝

  5. Aww. That made my heart hurt just a little, but in a good way 🙂

  6. Thanks for clearing up the mystery Michael.

  7. MC Clark says:

    Aw, this is so sweet, Michael. The lady much deserved the red heart.

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