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What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Doing the Dishes".
"I long for the mundane, the simple, the Saturday mornings spent cleaning the house, the quiet evenings when the kids were in bed and we sat next to each other, reading, or just being", he said.
"Sounds idyllic", said the priest, "but you're never going back there. You gave all that up when you took up the road that got you here."
"I know, Padre. I know what I did. I know I have to pay. But I wish ..."
"What? What do you wish, my son?"
"I'd give anything, Padre, to not be here but be Home, doing the dishes."
8 comments:
don't know what you have until it's gone... so very human.
It's so true. It's those little rituals that break you when they're gone.
I get it. Those little mundane things represent so much.
HOME - ahhhhh the longing that is here. Thanks, Lou.
Lovely post
Of course, of course - when the mundane is what we've got we long for something more, and when we get that "something more" we just wish things could be mundane again.
awe.. Homesick. Very well done
I truly hate giving up one thing for another, I like to think that I can have both things.
yet, I know that so many times I sit and wonder "what was I like before marriage, or before children, or before 40? and would I ever want that back again?" Sometimes...oh yes, oh yes I would.
this made me feel those aches, the words were perfectly chosen.
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