Friday Fictioneers: Letting Go

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It is never easy. It has never been easy for me to let go but this must be done. The inevitable has been dragged on for far too long. Just to do it, say it.

“Just to do it!” I shriek, squeeze my eyes shut, and turn away.

It ends as quickly as it began. Slowly, I open my eyes and sigh, feeling suddenly of loss. The diseased tree that has been part of my life for the two decades is now gone, in its place is nothing but a stump. “How does it feel?” He asks.


(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Letting Go

  1. From the time I could hold a seed in my hand, I was taught that for every tree you cut, you plant two or more to replace it. I’ve stayed true to that practice, too. I think I’ve planted an entire forest, at least. And, for every loved one I’ve lost these past two years, I’ve planted one, too. That particular forest is going to be large one, sure to shade many generations… that is, if any of us live long enough to see it.

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