Today is the Letting Go Bloghop, hosted by Kyra Lennon. For more info and to check out all the participants, go here.
Rules: the participants are invited to share some stories about letting go. 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?
Roz Summers let go, for just one minute.
A bad decision.
But that's all it took.
Screeching tyres. The little girl disappeared beneath the bumper of a 4X4, with an ear-shredding scream. She was alive. Barely. Disjointed words lingered in Roz's mind. Stabilised vital signs. ICU became a second home. Life settled into a blur.
Lacey Summers had to let go.
She had no choice.
The tiny lips on the 5-year old pixie face quivered between moments of confidence and terror, eyes wide and imploring… At the end, it had been too much for the little body. She had let go… just closed her eyes… drifted off and never returned.
The mother adopted a two-worded, get-out-of-bed-in-the-morning-mantra. Hang on… hang on… hang on. She hung onto the image of the pixie face lying on the pillow. It kept her going from second to second.
The days passed.
Eventually, summer turned to autumn, the days grew cooler and shorter… the two-worded mantra grew weaker and weaker…
Roz Summers had to let go.
Doctors said there was nothing more they could do. There was no hope of recovery. She had to pull the plug. Move forward. Pick up the pieces. Move on with her life.
Inside the hospital room, a solitary tear rolled down her face as an intense emptiness seeped into the lonely spaces of her existence… and settled there.
Outside, a single pink helium balloon rose into the air… it soared higher and higher… until it became a distant speck in the azure sky.