“I’m leaving.
Words dance on blue paper, as tears create inkblots.”
No. This sounds like the beginning of a vintage story. Who writes letters in this day and age?
A message needs to be timed correctly. They should see it only when she is well beyond their reach. Her fear surprises her. Is she still afraid of those old trees watching her? She outgrew the shadows long back, or so she thought.
She turns back for the last time, and finds the right words.
“I’m fed up of circulating in the same pond. Need to flow in bigger oceans. Goodbye!”
Reena Saxena 
Cheers to new beginnings! Love this piece ❤️
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Thank you!
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Leaving for bigger and better, it’s always the way.
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Agree.
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Leaving can be so hard to do, such sweet sorrow. Well done
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Yeah, rebalancing of life and corrections 🙂
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I think she sure did find the right words and the right time. She grew stronger within that 100 word flash.
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Freedom takes a lot more than 100 words 🙂
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I love the trees spying on her. I hope she makes her escape.
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Thanks 🙂
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Hmm. It seems like the timing is paramount to her safe escape. The right words at the right time.
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Thank you, Jo!
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Honest and filled with many emotions…refreshing too. You pulled this off so well.
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Thank you so much!
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Evidently those being left behind don’t deserve a softened farewell. I wish her well.
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Thank you, Jade 😀😀
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You’re welcome!
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Sounds like a leaping frog story. Out of the pond and into…
Randy
really liked that opening line: Words dance on blue paper, as tears create inkblots.
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Thank you so much!
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She found the perfect metaphor. I wonder if those she left behind will get it 🙂
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I’m fine as long as the readers get it 😀😀
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Good for her, finding the courage to leave those who are restricting her growth.
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You got it right ☺ Thanks so much!
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This is good.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Lovely metaphor here. I often think of the phrase “an epitaph written on water.”
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I like that phrase too, and ‘footprints on the sands of time’.
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At least she could express her goodbye message.
Here’s to greener pastures…oops, bigger oceans 🙂
Best wishes to make the plunge!
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Thanks 😀😀
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Sometimes we need to move out of our comfort zone.
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Actually, all the time ☺
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Old trees cast deep shadows that are very hard to escape from. Hope she made it.
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Hope so. Thanks!
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Sounds like there is something sinister to be feared.
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Don’t those branches look sinister – at least one tree in the pic?
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I loved the duplicity of “A message needs to be timed correctly. They should see it only when she is well beyond their reach”
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There is a lot of duplicity and contradiction in her psyche.
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