Her fate was hanging over her head like the sword of Damocles
such as it is sworn to each one of us - such as it will come to pass without fail at some stage.
She sat flabbergasted, frightened deer, stunned in front of the headlights of life.
'It is just a passing moment, a fleeting situation', I said, trying to soothe her.
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Leave my hand in yours. I worry this is about the loss of a hand. Although not so much 'worry' as get anxious. Nobody wants to lose their hand.
I feel the pain and grief, but also he powerlessness, the smallness of humanity here. I applaud the courage to not only stand by a fellow sufferer (holding hands) , but also, to live in the NOW. Superb metaphors! Thank you.