This Which Way challenge is all about capturing the roads, walks, trails, rails, steps, signs, etc. we move from one place to another on. You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride on them, as long as the specific way is visible. Any angle of a bridge is acceptable as are any signs.
There won’t ever a topic to this challenge. All you need have is the “way” visible and the main focus of your photo. Here is a list of acceptable “ways”:
- Roads: gravel, asphalt, cobbled, dirt, freeway, expressway, highway, bridges
- Indoor walkways: hallways, aisles, people movers
- Outdoor walks: sidewalks, paths, trails
- Stairs, elevators, escalators, or steps: indoors, outdoors
- Railway tracks, monorails, ski lifts
- Runways and tarmacs
- Ferry’s, canals and locks
- Parking lots, private driveways
- Signs of any kind: directional, informational, store signs, wind vanes
- Maps that are posted as signs
Sonofabeach is the host for this challenge, please take a minute to visit him 🙂
Here’s my take on it this week;
She stopped for a moment, just next to the gate.
There were so many souvenirs at the top of these stairs. Years of memories, good and bad, but mostly sweet ones as she stared at the climbing vines… At least, before it happened.
She remembered their small but cozy apartment, and how she loved to be so close to the heart of town. It was a busy neighbourhood, but surprisingly, at night, things were always so quiet. They loved to cuddle on the balcony, and look down on walkers by all evening.
Their home was often filled with laughter. They had their occasional fight, usually about little nothings. It never lasted though, and they never went to bed angry with each other.
She rested her bike against the fence, pushed the gate open, and walked into the small yard. The new owners were probably out, since the blinds were down. She wondered if they too enjoyed how bright the whole flat was, when the sun came through the large roof windows.
Such a lovely nest for love birds…
Can I help you?
A woman had walked in, just behind her. She held back a surprised shriek, and took a step back, by reflex. The lady appologized for scaring her.
No, thanks… I… I just used to live here…
She pointed to the third floor.
Oh?… The woman’s tone suddenly changed. Oh… I am so sorry!
She felt her cheeks starting to burn, and her eyes teared up. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head softly, and brushed her sleeve across her lids to dry up the tears.
No, no… It’s… It’s fine. I should go.
She walked out of the gate, and hopped on her bicycle. The sorry look on the stranger’s face had brought back all the horrible memories that had chased her from her perfect home. In a second, she was pulled back to that nighmarish night, when she had lost all sense of security. Even after the years, she still felt like she had to look over her shoulder at almost all times.
She shouldn’t keep coming back here. It wasn’t good for her. If she wanted to find that safe feeling again, she had to put all of this behind her for good.
She quickly pedalled away.
What was that, Honey?
A man was standing in the first floor’s apartment door. The woman walked to him and hugged him tight. Both watching her ride away, in a hurry, she hesitated before answering… Pensive.
I think that’s the girl who used to live upstairs. You know, the one who found her boyfriend murdered after he walked into a burgler who had broken into their home?… Poor thing!
He pulled her closer and sighed.
Poor thing, indeed!
Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge, Safe