Her suitcase was open on her futon, clothes and makeup strewn around the room. All patiently waiting for her to put them in their place. I ask if she needs help. Looking up at me from the beautiful mess, she just smiles and shakes her head no. Not yet eighteen, but determined to be grown. She finally settles on what to pack and I hear the double zippers close the brimming case. I watch her carry it to the car and in a flash she’s five again, carrying a suitcase far too big for her. I blink and she’s gone.
Thank you to everyone who’s been writing along with me,
, , , , , and others that I’m forgetting because my mind is tired. 🖤 I’m so glad you’re all here and that you’re taking chances. Let’s keep going 🖤For anyone wondering- I’m writing 100 word micro essays every day. No rules to it and anyone can join in. So please feel free to share in the comments or on your own page and tag me and everyone else so we can see it. I hope you find fun and something to challenge you creatively! Xoxo
Beautiful and you capture the letting go so poignantly! Little Polaroid moments of memory.
100 words, and you accomplished so much. Very powerful, I saw your little girl. Beautiful work, Mesa. xo