She walked away from her home because she needed to think. Depression and anxiety were plaguing her. She felt like she was losing her mind. Her heart was sick.
She arrived at the path that led to the ocean. She started to walk toward the ocean. She wanted it to swallow her. Maybe then she could forget.
When she got to the sculptures, she stopped and admired them. A feeling of hope washed over her. She wanted to live, really live. After standing there, she turned to walk home.
She knew what she had to do.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting #friday Fictioneers!
The Write Scribe 
The power of art
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Perhaps the sculptures inspired her as art surely can!
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You got my curiosity going, R.M. I want to know what she is being led to do. Maybe she’s always wanted to be a sculptor?
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At the very least, she is optimistic and something about the sculptures inspired her to try to make her future better than her past.
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That must have been exactly the message from the sculptures she needed to hear.
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Art can change minds and attitudes, I think.
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Without a doubt, RM!
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I love art, so this ode to its power really touches me.
Thanks.
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Thank you, Dawn.
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An energising story. Thank you.
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I am glad she turned back,
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There is nothing like a good walk to clear one’s mind. To run into art that makes one stop and change one’s mind is proof how important art is in the world. Lovely story.
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Thanks!
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Thank goodness for a change of heart. I hope she finds much joy in her future!
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Nature has that effect on you.
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Glad she changed her mind!
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