THE PERFECT SPOT

It was her perfect spot. She had to be patient, let the sun come round to the right place so that it shined right through the branches. Then ‘click’, she would snap the picture. The light was always just right, no matter what the conditions. She did it everyday for years. It helped her, calmed her, sheltered her from the chaos of the world.

Then one day the diggers arrived. They tore down the woods. The trees vanished, concrete replaced the forest floor. Buildings sprung up. She stood in the same spot. The sun was hidden behind the new shopping centre. The noise of the world entered her head. She had no protection from it.

On the day the local councillor opened the new centre, she didn’t appear at her perfect spot. No one ever saw her again. No one noticed she was no longer there, just like the trees. She disappeared, along with her perfect spot. The light was extinguished.


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Copyright Sue Vincent

This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Light  – curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.


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27 responses to “THE PERFECT SPOT”

  1. Nobody else can understand the emotional dependence built on certain objects, situations or scenarios.

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    1. Especially for those who can find the modern hectic world a challenging place. Thanks Reena.

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      1. I was reading somewhere that objects which are loved and which are ignored exude different energies. Matter is supposed to have a degree of sensitivity.

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  2. Oh… so many buildings. People have to strive for even a ray of light! Excellent Iain!

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    1. I’m afraid that this happens in too many places. Thank you.

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      1. I know concrete jungle is cropping up mostly everywhere…

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  3. You’ve taken my melancholy mantle for the day! Sad but beautiful.

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  4. A poignant story Iain. With so much development going on everywhere this is a reality for many people.

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  5. So sad… but so true of many beautiful places being buried beneath concrete. Especially those places where we are not building from need but for money.

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    1. So many brownfield sites already exist that should be used first, there is no excuse.

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      1. I agree with you absolutely on that, Iain.

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  6. This is especially true where I live, they are eating up the open fields and green spaces. All we see now is concrete , no colour no life no hope.🌹🌹

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    1. There is always hope, but we need to do better!

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      1. We certainly do Iain 💜

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  7. Aww, this was so heartbreaking. Unfortunately, this happens all over the place nowadays. 😥

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  8. Sad but true 😦 Perfect spots are being demolished everywhere.

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    1. I’m afraid so. Gradually we seem to be coming round to understanding that we can’t keep on doing it.

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  9. This cuts very close to the bone. (K)

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    1. Glad that it had an effect on you.

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