Our Place


Impressed and unafraid, she walked right to the edge and looked over, returned to me smiling.

“How long have you known about this place?”

I shrugged. My brother used to take me up here, but I didn’t want to say that because the next thing she’d ask those questions:

You have a brother? Are you close? What’s his name?

and then get around to

How did he die?

and the worst

Are you okay?

It was so nice up here, the sun going down. She looked so pretty, hair in the wind and all.

I didn’t want to spoil it.


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  1. Joy Pixley

    Sometimes you want to put off talking about heavy things and just be in the lighter moment of today. But what a hopeful sign, that he brought her here, to his special place. Powerful piece.

  2. rogershipp

    It takes time for a relationship to get to those ‘heavy’ questions… But to put them off too long develops a trust issue. What an unwelcome balancing act!

  3. alexjrankin

    Really like this. Strikes a chord as I always used to dread the ‘how’s your dad?’ question when my father was ill.
    Also keen on writing fiction to photos. Do a bit myself.

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