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'At first I was afraid I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side;
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin' how you did me wrong
And I grew strong'
Ashley sang Gloria Gaynor aloud time and again to her heart’s content, unperturbed of the fact this song was no longer “in “. Bouncing off her bed, she rummaged through her wardrobe for an outfit that would make her look “fabulous”.
Fabulous, once again.
She took a sidewards glance at her wheelchair; her support, weakness; dependence.
Not anymore.
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side;
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin' how you did me wrong
And I grew strong'
Ashley sang Gloria Gaynor aloud time and again to her heart’s content, unperturbed of the fact this song was no longer “in “. Bouncing off her bed, she rummaged through her wardrobe for an outfit that would make her look “fabulous”.
Fabulous, once again.
She took a sidewards glance at her wheelchair; her support, weakness; dependence.
Not anymore.
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The lyrics are from Gloria Gaynor's song "I will survive". Meant to write it as 55 fiction; exceeded 3 words. Italicized lyrics are not a part of the 55 Fiction.
Hm... Nice attempt.
ReplyDeleteNice one
ReplyDeleteGood attempt.. Smiles, mine is what most people feel in their heart but no one acts to achieve it, Change
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Nice one that Pondering Perceptions. :)
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the contest
nice, thoughtful way of putting things... ATB for BAT
ReplyDeleteVery touching and it really did touched my heart.
ReplyDeleteAccepting the change is one of the most difficult things one can face, I'd say.
ReplyDeleteLiked the freedom that the balloons parallel in the protagonist's joy.
I keep singing the lines of the song...I like it!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, the change is magical...sans wheelchair, of course she would celebrate!
Is this fiction dear? I like your short but sweet storyline!
All the best!
Very nice. I like that song. ANd I loved the pic you used.
ReplyDeleteInspiring stuff.
ReplyDeleteVery optimistic!! Good One!!
ReplyDeleteWoww this was brilliant.... accepting the change for what you have been succumbed for years.... difficult..
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