Comments on: The Thirst http://www.jaynedarcy.us/2008/10/11/the-thirst/ I am seeking a question. Wed, 04 Jan 2012 16:52:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: candoor http://www.jaynedarcy.us/2008/10/11/the-thirst/comment-page-1/#comment-67 candoor Fri, 03 Feb 2006 18:19:01 +0000 http://jaynedarcy.us/2006/02/02/the-thirst/#comment-67 you are a gift for a reader :) you are a gift for a reader :)

]]> By: Don Foley http://www.jaynedarcy.us/2008/10/11/the-thirst/comment-page-1/#comment-66 Don Foley Thu, 02 Feb 2006 20:44:26 +0000 http://jaynedarcy.us/2006/02/02/the-thirst/#comment-66 Hi, I love the new look! I am a big fan of Art Neveau. While in Prague a few years back I had the pleasure of visiting the Alfonse Mucha museum. What a treat that was! I love your site, keep writing! Don Hi,

I love the new look! I am a big fan of Art Neveau. While in Prague a few years back I had the pleasure of visiting the Alfonse Mucha museum. What a treat that was! I love your site, keep writing!

Don

]]> By: CJ http://www.jaynedarcy.us/2008/10/11/the-thirst/comment-page-1/#comment-65 CJ Thu, 02 Feb 2006 17:21:42 +0000 http://jaynedarcy.us/2006/02/02/the-thirst/#comment-65 Wow! Felt like I was standing there beside Jonathan anticipating the bucket being raised from the well to quench the thirst I had. Instead I was falling to the ground and grasping the blades of grass, trying to wring out just one drop of water. As the palms of my hands began now bleeding from squeezing the grass so tightly, hoping for refreshment - just one droplet -just one, that's all I asked. Reverting my eyes toward Jonathan as he lowered the bucket once more, this time I would make sure it would not tumble over as I too grasped the sides as he pulled it from the well. Giddiness enveloped me as the bucket appeared from the depths of the well. Excitement rushing forth and then the discovery of the bucket being not of water, but of damp earth. Feeling rejected and no longer worthy of life, falling to the ground crying, knowing our lives would end and the thirst would linger on before our final demise. The thirst... it was now over. ***Powerful writing Jayne... couldn't help but see myself in your story. Thanks for sharing your Artistic Bytes. Wow! Felt like I was standing there beside Jonathan anticipating the bucket being raised from the well to quench the thirst I had. Instead I was falling to the ground and grasping the blades of grass, trying to wring out just one drop of water. As the palms of my hands began now bleeding from squeezing the grass so tightly, hoping for refreshment – just one droplet -just one, that’s all I asked.

Reverting my eyes toward Jonathan as he lowered the bucket once more, this time I would make sure it would not tumble over as I too grasped the sides as he pulled it from the well. Giddiness enveloped me as the bucket appeared from the depths of the well. Excitement rushing forth and then the discovery of the bucket being not of water, but of damp earth.

Feeling rejected and no longer worthy of life, falling to the ground crying, knowing our lives would end and the thirst would linger on before our final demise. The thirst… it was now over.

***Powerful writing Jayne… couldn’t help but see myself in your story. Thanks for sharing your Artistic Bytes.

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