Verity’s Choice – A short story

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Verity’s Choice, Pencil and Watercolor Pencil, by Sherrie Robins.

A Creative Writing Piece, for your thinking pleasure.

By Sherrie Robins

VERITY’S CHOICE

Her thoughts raced around under the headscarf, creating friction, and they were about to burst into flame. There wasn’t much time, yet there was all the time in the world. Why were there always choices and why was there really no choice to be made at all?

The phone vibrated on the table. Pick it up? Leave it?

The thought of making a firm decision propelled images across and through her mind, hurling her into panic mode: images of past mistakes.

What about the time she’d said ‘yes’, bringing him into her life, with all the resulting drama and trauma of a trashy novel?

What of the time she’d turned left, instead of right, thinking the gas station was a mere mile or two down the road, and she was wrong. Tears streaming down her face she’d driven on, into the night, needle on empty, past the vacant cottages now covered with snow. The terror that moment brought sent shivers down her spine.

What about the job offer she had declined because it was ‘too far’, ‘too hard’, but really because she was lacking the confidence to say yes?

What if answering was a left hand turn?

Confidence and surety were not her top qualities, but stubbornness may well be.

Insight and quick thinking are qualities she admires in others.

No, she was the slow cooking, overnight bake. The need of time to reflect and ponder, analyze and roll things around. The grasp for permeation and absorption, not a mere check of the box.

Why did this have to be so difficult?

She felt the press and it only made any decision she might make elude her.

The phone began its table top dance…again. Her throat felt dry. Little sweat beads prickled her scalp.

“This is vital! I have to decide right now, or it will be too late!”

Suddenly, a quiet dawn unfolded before her. The phone quieted. Her heart rate slowed. Peace came to her, as did understanding.

“Do I? Do I have to decide this very second? Because if I do, then I have my answer.”

Slowly she picked up the phone, and pressed the screaming number. “I’m sorry, but if I have to give you a final decision this very moment, then you have your answer. But, If you’ll give me some time to think on this, then perhaps we’ll have a reason to talk.”

Hanging up she took a moment to reflect and then another to just be thankful for the knowledge of self.There may be a time when she would find it necessary to make a quick decision, then she’d have to deal with it. But that day was not today.

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Lessons in Perspective

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Life is a precious and valuable thing.

One can’t argue there is pain and disappointment each of us must face, but there is so much beauty and goodness around us too.

The question I’ve asked myself a myriad of times is ‘which will I focus on’?

Hi there. Let me introduce myself. I’m Sherrie and am very pleased to meet you. As a Mother of two kids, who both have had cancer and the daughter of a woman who faced Parkinsons’ Disease at a mere thirty five years, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to grapple with these ideas. I’ve even had my own health issues to deal with, including past depression. (Not even gonna start down the list of other ‘stuff)’.

There were times I justly lived life, bemoaning my lot.

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But I’d rather be happy!

I’d rather explore beauty, frolic in freedom, live in love and share the joy.

I prayed for rose colored glasses, to see wonders and opportunities, to seize the day, to encourage and be encouraged. So I was given a gift. A gift of art in various forms. I’d like to share it with you, to make your day a bit better, to help lift your spirits and lighten your load, just a little.

These are a few of my lessons in perspective:

The continual learning of painting, writing and photography and at times, the blending.

The bended knee.

The upraising and outstretching of the hand.

The child like wonder.

The grace to bear the age old grit of teeth.

The fact that the gut-punch and gasping for air have come and I survived.

The other fact that until we leave this planet, there will be other moments that yet need to be survived.

The following fact that I never want to live in those moments or give them power. They are not my definition.

The in-your-face reminders, when I begin to think myself better than I am, or greater than another, or even that I could do better than they, ‘I too come from the dust’. 

That life is sweeter with love, better with joy, greater with kindness, fuller with compassion and more fragrant with creativity and that I need to remind myself of it, often.

All in all, it is a journey and is meant to be savored and shared and not frittered away by trifles or even collapsed under burdens.

So I invite you to take a moment, as I give you just a smidgen of inspiration, to let your imagination fly, set your spirit to soaring and go grab a fist full of life!

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