The Cliff

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Each time she saw the cliff looming over the shore, she though of a loaf of bread rising in the oven.

Of course, bread was not covered in a crinkly blanket of green. Still, the image warmed her heart with its sense of home. For nearly 21 years, she had opened her eyes to that cliff. It was like a faithful old friend, steadfast, reliable, unchanging–until the earthquake that destroyed everything.

All that was left now was devastation.

She wondered where she would ever find home again.

23 thoughts on “The Cliff

  1. michael1148humphris

    At Lyme Regis a vast section of coast collapsed into the sea, it is or was a beautiful place to walk, your story brought back to me, many happy times walking there.

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    1. Yes, it is a sad ending. I hope I didn’t ruin your whole day 🙂 I don’t know why the photo triggered such a sad tale for me–I immediately thought of the hundreds of thousands of people whose lives have been touched by natural disaster.

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  2. My first thought at seeing the yellowish hue of the cliff face was a Homer Simpson-esque, “Mmm… Cornbread.”

    Too often we overlook and underestimate the power of nature. We are, however, a resilient species. We move on and rebuild. She’ll find somewhere new, and it will be home soon enough.

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