This weeks contribution to the continually addictive Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words (give or take) of flash fiction based on the weekly photo prompt. Follow the link and join the party, I think there might be sausage rolls.
Somebody once told me that strength comes from knowing when to let go. I can’t remember who it was or where we were when they said it. I can’t remember the time or the place not even the voice or the face.
It’s funny how words can watermark your soul, forever imprinted, yet faces or voices can disappear into the ether. Like the early morning dew that fades with the sun or the cotton candy mist on a cold winter’s morn that seeps beneath the earth, forgotten and unnoticed.
I try to remember who it was, but I can’t. Perhaps they let me go.
helen midgley 
Beyond clever, sublime.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Thank you, what a lovely thing to say 🙂
Wow.
Do I say that every time?
I feel like I do.
Your writing wows me.
I don’t mind if you keep saying it, lol 🙂
Excellent!
Thanks 🙂
I agree with Dawn. Another wow, Helen. I like this thought of the other person letting go which results in someone else letting something go. Interesting concept!
Thanks so much Amy 🙂
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Very beautiful writing, with a wonderful message. I love that last line.
Claire
Thanks Claire 🙂
Dear Helen,
A very different take on the prompt. I love the descriptions and the last line took my breath away.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, I hope you got the breath back 😉
Dear Helen,
A thoughtful, well written piece of introspection. Beautiful descriptions to go along with your musings on the impermanence of memory. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Really appreciate the fab comment Doug 🙂
This strikes a personal chord. Very well written, and I love how you’ve written from the tone of the picture rather than the object itself.
Thanks for reading, it’s funny how a picture implies different things to different people 🙂
You always write so beautifully x
Thank you, although I can write utter crap just as well 😉
lol sometimes crap is good too!
Amazing! I was going to pick out certain phrases for special praise but then realised I loved it all.
Also, I can report back that there are NO sausage rolls. I think someone already ate them all 😦 They were very tasty 🙂
Glad you liked, step away from the sausage rolls 😉
I, too, am evidently late for the sausage rolls. Drat! However, your story was more than enough reward and fed my soul, rather than my body, which may be just as well after all. My favorite bit, other than the last line, was “words can watermark your soul.” That watermark isn’t always a lovely one, either.
janet
Thanks for the lovely comment Janet 🙂
This is so good… very well written. Great take on the photo prompt!
Ah, but don’t let go of everything or you’ll be left strong but lonely.
Lovely writing – a wise old message in a piece with youthful flow and bounce! Quite a combination.
A quietly reflective piece with a touch of wryness at the end. Well done.
Lovely words and sentiment. I especially liked this description “cotton candy mist on a cold winter’s morn” – beautiful!
The imprint of the words, but faces that are gone.. love it, and yes the last sentence.. As usual I’m never disappointed reading your words.
Delightfully deep.
Touche 😉
A gentle piece worth giving a bit of time to. I shall be mulling this over for a while.
Thought provoking … reflective.