And now time for something a little different….

I have been playing around with some creative writing recently. As part of this, I picked an image and made up a little story about it. Here it is.

Nobody understands why I sit here and play the accordion all day. I see you walk by and look at me with pity. A pity I neither deserve nor need. If only you knew. If only you knew.

The flurry of people calms me.  This is what gets me out of bed every day. It has been years since I felt the warmth of a woman beside me. Our actions have consequences, and I know I deserve no more than I have. I haven’t always been the quiet man sitting at the corner, with a perpetual smile, a hello to passers-by, and a song to share.

Sometimes it feels like it was someone else’s life. The dark secrets, the travel in the night, the lies and half-truths, the deceptions. All in the name of “a greater cause”, the security of my country and my people. The things I was asked to do….the things I did do….would anyone understand? It was a younger man’s game, a younger man’s fight. A younger man’s delusion. 

A delusion. Were my actions for the greater good? Are people safer now because of them? I am not convinced. And yet, most days I wake up with adrenaline coursing through my veins, eager for the fight. Some days I even wake up in a full sweat, in the midst of a flash-back to times I slipped away from the knife at my throat or the gun pointed in my direction. It’s an odd thing to both want and not want to be that man again, and to see the faces of those whose lives I cut short every time I close my eyes.

My greatest delusion was that I could be that man and keep you safe, keep you away from the dangers I danced through daily. Blinded by arrogance, I did not see that they would to get to me by finding the one I cherished above all others. Anastasia, can you forgive me for the lies and the way in which you left this world? Do you know that my greatest truth was the amount to which I loved you, and still do? I wish I could regret having stepped into your world and thereby ensuring you would never live to be old and grey. My selfishness prevents me from doing so. I never deserved you and for that you paid the price. Forgive me.

So I come here every day. To the place I first saw your smile. To where we shared our first kiss. And I play the songs to which we spent many evenings dancing under moonlit skies. I try to hold onto those moments where time stood still and I knew I was the luckiest man in the world.

And I pray for a salvation I know will never come.


I hope you enjoyed that. I know I enjoyed writing it.

A special thank you to A Simple Sketchbook for reinterpreting the photo into a lovely sketch so I could have an image to accompany this post.