Was there a time when you had to let go of someone or something? How did it make you feel? How did you handle it? Or if that's too personal - which I completely understand - how about writing a piece of flash fiction?
The only rules are - obviously - it has to be related to letting go, and please keep it to a maximum of 500 words.
Letting Go Is Never Easy
The once handsome, virile man lay in the cold, metal hospital bed now only a shell of what he once was. His crystal blue eyes faded and sunken into his ghastly, thin face. I waited for the inevitable. I waited for him to die.
The cancer had taken over his strong body without warning. It ravaged and raped the perfect man. I counted his breaths. One,two, three...stop. One, two, three...stop. I could feel death enter the stark, solemn hospital room. It was only a matter of time before...before he took his last breath.
"Baby Doll," he summoned me closer.
He wrapped his once protective arms around me. His voice rasped with weakness, my daddy whispered into my ear.
"I love you. Remember I won't ever leave you, but you have to let me go."
My mind screamed no. Hot tears stung my face and fell onto my daddy's cheek.
"Daddy, I can't let you go."
He reached and touched my hand with his. It was cold as an Arctic winter. It was time, time to let him go.
I whispered against his ear. "I love you daddy."
One, two, three...stop.
His hand slipped from mine. He had let go.
I had let go.
Although this story is fictionalizes, it is based upon a childhood memory.