A Lonely Turn in the Road


A lonely turn in the road

If I could turn back time? I wouldn’t even get in the car. And if I had got in? I’d make him stop. Futile questions, pointless answers.

We were hours over the border when he started to shake. It ran out, he said. Or was it, She ran out. Afterwards, I could never be sure.

We fell apart pretty quickly after that, went our separate ways; he to his dream job in medicine. Wonder how he copes with the nightmares. Me? Alone in this empty house; abandoned surely, uninhabited? Waiting for another bleak night, at another lonely turn in the road.

M J Lewis ©2015

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Lonely Road

Lonely Road

lone wolf photo‘So Melanie, do you feel part of the team?’

It was Melanie’s six-month review as the psychologist attached to the Child Protection Unit.

Her boss smiled in encouragement.

Good – he hadn’t noticed. Don’t rely on anyone was Melanie’s motto; work alone, don’t socialise. A lone wolf stayed sharp, alert.

That mother who’d accused her ex-husband of abusing their daughter – Melanie had been the only one to see through it. Why did people always believe mothers?

Melanie smiled back. ‘Part of the team? Of course.’

Just one child and it was worth it, then after that one child you kept going.

M J Lewis ©2015

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Photo this week by Dawn Q Landau