8-ball - A Weekend Freewrite story

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8-ball

As I took in the view from the 20th floor, the lights went out all over the city. I couldn't believe it was real, everything suddenly went dark, like when life doesn't warn and you take off the blindfold put for so long, and you get dizzy. The good times are not going to last - winter is coming, his soul knew.
An icy cold locked in his gaze with the fear that gives when you run out of the song known and the life forces you to sing new and unknown lyrics. Now, his cage on the heights oscillated between running away and hiding from the world for the rest of his days or coming back to life.
She looked well, and little by little everything returned to the light. It wasn't real, life was still there and it was just a matter of waiting. His mind played with his vision, lost it in its own mazes, some darker than others.
Now, he knew he was at a crossroads, he would see the birth of a new moment that would bring pain or forgiveness. It was not easy to decide.

She was depending on her mother. That might have been a mistake. You can't play with God and the devil, either you're great or you're not. Life doesn't take its toll on you in someone else's name, your life is your own, you're responsible for what comes next. You can't live in an eternal bubble, men don't want to wean girls, they want functional women, who know what to do and that his support them, on for better or worse.
Now, she saw his world explode like little soap bubbles, not at all shrill, and yet she did not have the courage to prevent his life from flowing in the east-west breeze, like those little translucent and fragile spheres.
At this point, excuses were not an option. The signs of the sky crossed before his eyes and, although he did not decipher the impending message, he let himself go like a soft puddle of singing water, without stopping the damage of his dependence. He had always had an emotional stick, but now, he had to grow up, risk living alone or live in a permanent winter of fear of change.

It was not easy to grow up from one moment to another, after a lifetime of overprotection, he had no choice but to surrender to the evidence that when he did not have his mother, she would die. Suddenly, a puppy yelped, and its heartbeat faster... That was it! Having a child is an answer. But how if she had to raise herself first? She would! For now, she would practice with the puppy he sent her wrapped as a gift, before the end of the relationship ... That was a sign!
The view from the 20th floor has more than one advantage, you're up high, the breeze whispers to you in a clearer language and the sky shows you signs, its winks are Morse key for troubled souls. The problems become clearer and their solutions bark at you, asking for food.
After all, at least it was all clear now. "I had a lot of responsibility in this failure", she had understood it.
You don't learn in someone else's head, you need to make mistakes, take risks, fall down, get up and make lemonade from onions, if necessary, to live without fear, to face every season.
Life is not there to be hidden, if it is full of cobwebs, you have to shake the dust off it and roll it like an 8-ball, which will bring you luck, if you know how to move it.


By Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero
15/02/2020

In response to @mariannewest in Weekend Freewrite. In the writing, the prompt is highlighted in bold

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