Let Me Go Gently

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –  Sandra Crook

Sun deliquesced on the horizon, when at last he saw her. Slightly crouched figure, gently swaying in the wind, falling. He caught her before she touched the ground, holding her tightly, regretting every wasted moment. Blood still trickled from her wrists, but he felt the moment she was gone.

Devastation would be eventually replaced by sadness and conclusively by countless layers of regret. Eons later, while caressing his pulse with the cool blade of the knife, her last words would resurface.

“You don’t do it when there’s no one to see. You do it when there’s no one to care.”


54 thoughts on “Let Me Go Gently

  1. You have created a hauntingly tragic image. Everything, from the deliquescing sun to the knife against his pulse relates to that iconic ‘slightly crouched figure, gently swaying in the wind, falling.’ Very well conceived and written.

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  2. Masterpiece! I too had to look up deliquesce. I didn’t need to look up anything else, particularly the nuances of that last line. You should be very proud of this piece, I know I would be.

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