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letting go

“Well, that’s that,” Joe said as he reached for my hand. Staying silent, I let the distance between us widen.

Trying again, Joe confidently declared: “It’s the best thing for him.”

“Don’t spew that party line crap at me! This isn’t how things were supposed to go.”

“For heaven’s sake, Lisa, it’s a day cruise for singles! You’re not launching him onto an ice float to die!”

“I’ll be sure to remind you of that when it’s your mum’s turn.”

“What … no … she … hrmph.”

Magnanimous in victory, I grabbed his hand. “I know. Letting go is hard.”

boardwalk-peter-abbeyPHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

Thanks for the photo inspiration to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners

36 thoughts on “letting go”

  1. I read this twice and both times I had different takes. One was very sad and I think I’m going with that one with hopes the boat trip is healing for her.

    This: “This isn’t how things were supposed to go”, I’m not sure it ever is for anyone. Yet we keep hoping they will. I guess that makes us optimists, or…?

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