Chelsea’s wet cheeks shone in the flickering light of thousands of candles. Holding her own, unlit, in her hands as the crowd pressed. They waited to release their own.
Thousands had come, offering songs and prayers to the fallen, saying goodbye the only way they had left.
Was this her goodbye? She shuddered at the thought.
He could come back. She didn’t know his fate for fact.
A gentle hand wrapped her shoulder. “A lit candle isn’t goodbye forever. Just, goodbye for now.”
With a sob, flame met wick. Her candle floated away.
She smiled, knowing they would meet again.
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Not knowing is the worst… Lovely write, Russell
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Thanks so much! I wasn’t entirely sure how it would come across.
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Touching story Russell, nicely done.
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Thanks Iain!
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Hope helps make life worth living. I hope hers is fulfilled. Good writing.
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Very true. Thanks for reading!
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Touching.
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Thanks!
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Goodbye for now…i think so often ritual is most meaningful when we are powerless to change things, when our own actions seem to have no effect. Here the ritual seemed to reassure her, even though her knowledge and power are no greater than before. You have captured this beautifully.
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Thank you! I was afraid it wouldn’t come across in 100 words. Great to hear that it did!
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A lovely write.
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Thank you Lisa!
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They would meet again. Lovely story.
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I like to think do too! Thanks Jilly!
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