… This is my first attempt of story writing in English, dear Sue. I hope I’ve made not too many grammar and language mistakes… 😉
… The days passed by, they melted into the small circles of the seasons, the big ones of the drifting years. The deep red blossoms of the rosebush that nearly covered the lower part of the window opened their buds, showed their breathtaking beauty, spread their wonderful scent, faded away, turned to dust over and over again as time moved on unstoppable…
… Every morning, long before the sun was rising, the young, friendly, quiet and shy nurse helped the old lady out of the narrow bed and into the wheel chair, moved her to the small bathroom, aided during washing, combed the long, silvery shining, still thick hair, and then she moved the patient to the wide opened window…
… For hours the aged woman would sit there, watching on fine weather the morning star fading and sky slowly getting brighter, and how the rugged rocky tops of the mountain chain far away seem to glow from inside – from a dusty, dark violet to red and at least to gleaming gold. When the weather was bad she would listen with closed eyes to the murmuring of the rain on the wooden roof, or following with her looks how thick, softly hoovering snowflakes covered the smooth curves of the fields opposite her little garden, damping nearly every sound…
… It promised to become a stunning beautiful summer day when she saw a lean young man walking towards her window. Her heart began to leap heavily and painfully as she recognized his face with the short cut blond beard and flashing dark blue eyes. He smiled and reached for her, helped her out of the wheelchair and through the wide open window. High spirited she plucked on of the beautiful dark red roses and weaved it in her hair that like a miracle had become chestnut brown again, as it used to be in her youth…
… They moved fast forward to the mountains and aimed the highest summit of all – and this time there was no deadly avalanche that tore them with it, hurling the fresh married couple into the steep abyss of a narrow canyon, killing the beloved man and breaking her nearly every bone…
… This time they made it to the peak without any effort. Standing high above the world, nearly touching the blue and flawless sky they fell into their arms, kissing, so full of love. A nearly unbearable happiness run through the veins of the woman and the sunlight was so bright and warm as it never has been before…
… The young nurse found her sitting dead in the wheelchair with an overwhelming beautiful smile on her face and a red rose woven in her hair…
22 Antworten zu “The Window – #writephoto…”
Für mich darf diese schöne Geschichte gerne auch auf deutsch sein.😊
Mal schauen, vielleicht übersetze ich sie heute Abend noch. 😉
Glücklich und zufrieden eingeschlafen .
Ja… Ein wünschenswertes Ende…
This is a very beautiful story, Martha… it made me both smile and weep. Thank you.
Thank you, dear Sue. 🙂 Your words make me a little proud. I hope this short story will be my first but by no means last attempt.
So do I, Martha! And I hope you will join in the prompts again too 🙂
I’m joyfully looking forward to, dear Sue. 🙂
That’s wonderful 🙂
Great story – I would never have known it was your first attempt at a story in English.
Thank you, dear Sarah. 🙂
For a first attempt imagine second language this is superb, well done 🙂
Thank you, dear Iain, and welcome here. 🙂 During developing and writing this little story I’ve tried to think and imagine only in English. That helped very much – and good old Auntie Google of course when I didn’t know some expressions. 😉
eine wunderschoene, zu Herzen gehende Geschichte , liebe Margot. Und kein Problem mit der Sprache, du hast das super gut gemacht
Ich danke dir, liebe Vivi. 🙂 Ich musste mich beim Schreiben sehr konzentrieren, aber es hat Freude gemacht, diese kleine Geschichte zu verfassen. Ich denke mal, dass das nicht die letzte gewesen sein wird. 😉
Herzliche Grüße!
Hat dies auf Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region! rebloggt.
Eine wunderschöne Geschichte. Schade, dass es – wenngleich so schön – so schnell endete. LG, und beste Wünsche für die Woche! Michael
Danke, lieber Michael. 🙂 Ich wollte mich für den schreibenden Beginn in einer fremden Sprache lieber kurz fassen. 😉 Kann sein, dass meine nächste Geschichte dann schon etwas länger ausfallen wird.
Ich wünsche Ihnen auch eine gute neue Woche!
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Thank you, Sue! 🙂
What a beautiful story about life and death.. wonderful!
Thank you, my dear! 🙂