Let Go

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Somebody once said, to be strong is to let go. I can’t remember who, or where or when.  Or even remember if it was someone I knew.

It’s funny how words can watermark your soul, yet faces or voices are harder to recall. Like cotton candy breath that fades with the sun or an early morning dew that seeps into the earth.

I try to remember who it was, but I can’t. Perhaps they let me go.

 

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Hope

Another Friday, another Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words (approx) of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. My inspiration this week comes from the film ‘Philomena’. I only watched it this week and it’s still floating about in my head.

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Photo Copyright : David Stewart

I remember tiny moments of hope that lit up the darkness, pockets of familiarity that happened by chance. In the distance, beyond the gate; the rumble of a truck or the anxious tap of heels rushing past the walls. Somehow, in those moments, the air always seemed a little lighter, its hold a little looser.

But between the laundry and the chores, the prayers and penitation, those moments never lingered, they just bled away quietly through a river of dirty water.

Now I’m on the outside looking in, only its empty shell remains. And I’m still searching for that hope and the child they took away.