Is it the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end? The Nameless Civil Servant asks himself as he lifts his head above the parapet and surveys the monumental mess before him.
He, the Great Man of Words, the Top Negotiator, the One who Won.
He had been. Once.
Years of precepts and precedents, chalked up challenges and crumbled contrary arguments. But now none will do. Now there is no way forward and there will be no winner.
The only way is back, he thinks. He glances back over his shoulder at the long-travelled road, its twists and turns. Maybe, he thinks, maybe.
Could he create a bridge, a bridge from the lobbies of enlightenment which would cross over the wall and into the abyss? To eliminate the wrongdoers and the naysayers.
He shakes his head.
This is a new beginning. Over which he has no control.
And it frightens him.
From a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry
https://helenevaillant.com/2019/03/19/what-do-you-see-march-19-2019/
which I first saw on Sadje‘s Keep it Alive: What do you see March 19, 2019
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A beautiful story, it reflects the times many are now exposed to. Thank you for joining the Challenge Chris.
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Thanks Hélène. I hope to continue with more 🙂
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My pleasure Chris, next prompt goes up on Tuesday.
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Very well done. Perfect
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Thanks Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome 😊
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That threshold of letting go and no control, even unto death, love this.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Pleasure indeed.
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