The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
Grace
There is Grace, he thought, then there is grace.
He stood across from the Grace Chapel, staring at the brick façade, trying to make sense of the world. He’d been somebody once, she said, had a life, a career, a family. All that was gone now, leaving him with memories which, even as he wanted to believed, might well be false.
He attended this Church once, she said, going from school to chapel and back again. Since the accident, nothing was the same. They’d changed him; done to him things nobody should have done. Did changing the body change the soul?
Looking over his shoulder, he saw Grace, the woman who freed him, worked to return him to his former life. He could accept her, his Grace, or return to what little he remembered, seek grace wherever it might hide.
An impossible choice. A woman and child exited the building. She’d told him they were his wife and son. Both thought him dead. He didn’t remember either.
Painfully, he watched the pair walk to a car and drive away.
I feel so bad for this guy. He’s so lost and in need of actual Grace. I get that he was in a sort of accident that meant a lot of surgery for him which changed his appearance so no one in his old life recognizes him — they think he’s dead. I think that is the worst, to see the life you once lived going on without you. At least he has the woman Grace, that is something. Deep write!
To forget your family, the life you had, would be devastating. At least they thought him dead so they could mourn him and carry on with their life. He has Grace so he can work with her as well. Good story.
Oh wow. I mean, this story just tugs the heart. Great job!
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Thank you. Glad you stopped by.
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It is my pleasure. 😀
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I feel so bad for this guy. He’s so lost and in need of actual Grace. I get that he was in a sort of accident that meant a lot of surgery for him which changed his appearance so no one in his old life recognizes him — they think he’s dead. I think that is the worst, to see the life you once lived going on without you. At least he has the woman Grace, that is something. Deep write!
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Thank you for the kind words and the visit. It is sad, but perhaps for the best for all involved. At least he got to make the choice himself.
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To forget your family, the life you had, would be devastating. At least they thought him dead so they could mourn him and carry on with their life. He has Grace so he can work with her as well. Good story.
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Thanks. And thanks for the visit. It would be horrible. I don’t think I would handle it as well as he did.
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Oh that is quite sad.
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Yes, it is. Thanks for the comment and the visit.
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