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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Lock (03/06/06)

TITLE: Letting Go
By ann brown


Letting Go

Everything was tranquil and white after the wintry wonder of the night before. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope of newness. I bundled up close to my chin with my scarf wrapped tightly, two pair of socks to keep my feet nice and toasty, I went outside.

Shaun stood in a still picture signaling to me from the top of the hillside. Step by step I crunched my way towards him.

“Want to ride my sled?” Frosty air puffed from his mouth when he spoke. I sat on the back of the red sled, hunkered down, and held own tight. Over the hillside we went like two winter figurines blending into the atmosphere. Wee…the air’s bite was so hard it threatened to take my breath away. Wee…exhilarated we reached the bottom and then we pulled the sled back up the hill. This went on for hours and then it was time to go home.

The snow shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight as I made my way back to the house. There was enough to build a snowman and so I made him looking towards the house with a carrot for a nose and buttons for his mouth. I placed dads tattered old garden hat on his head to give him true character.

“Time to come in.” My mother yelled out the open doorway. Although my hands where stiff and I couldn’t feel my feet, I could have played for hours more. Once inside mom had hot cocoa and snicker doodle cookies to warm me.

I sat at the window and watched an icicle hanging from the windowsill. It was clear and formed as perfect as the day. I could see the snowman’s hat starting to droop. I wanted the winter to last forever, how could I save it? I grabbed my dolls blanket and took it outside with me.

The icicle refused to move and so I took my shoe off and hit at it until it loosened and fell to the porch. I wrapped the cold blue diamond neatly in the doll’s blanket and put it in my toy chest safely with the lock in place.

It was on a warm spring day when I decided to take out my piece of winter treasure but all that was left was a wet blank in a chest full of water. Although I was disappointed I realized that sometimes we have to just let go of the things that we love so much. Everything has a time to go even the winter snow and all it’s friends.

I took the treasure chest and poured the remains around the flower garden and watched them grow in beautiful arrays of golden rods, marigolds and daisies.

Some years later my mother passed away. I didn’t think of it as her going away, she was only free now and her memory was still imparted. The memory of her love was spread about in beauty.

Ecclesiastes 1:4 a generation goes and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever.

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Jessica Schmit03/14/06
I loved this line "I took the treasure chest and poured the remains around the flower garden and watched them grow in beautiful arrays of golden rods, marigolds and daisies." I loveed how it related so profoundly to your mother's passing and the legacy she left behind. beautiful story!
Jan Ackerson 03/15/06
Oh, I remember winter days like that! Just a few quick edits for spelling and punctuation, and this piece will be a shivery delight.
Helen Paynter03/16/06
You captured some of the simple delights of childhood in this piece. Oh, and good message, too!