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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Luggage (08/15/05)

TITLE: Can't Let Go
By Rick Willlis
08/15/05


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Canít Let Go

No nothingís in it, but itís all I have. See, I tied it together with bailing wire, you know what that is? Look, brass accents on the corners. It was something else when I bought it years ago.

You donít understand-Itís very versatile-I use it as a stool, a pillow and sometimes, even here in Los Angeles, an umbrella.

No nothing at all in it. All I have are the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. I just canít let it go.

Did I tell you it once held gold? Real gold. The kind you could scratch with your fingernail. The goldís gone now. The promise of the gold was as empty as this old case is now.

You want a drink? No? I probably wouldnít share a bottle with an old man like me, either.

One time, I used it to sneak my sonís dog into his hospital room, the case, I mean. I kept coughing all the way in the ward to cover the sound of the puppy.

You should have seen Benís face when Jake popped out of the case into his lap. That type of joy canít be kept hidden. I wish it could be locked away and saved so easy.

Oh, Benís fine, he recovered, just tonsils. Has a son of his own now, Sam. They live out East somewhere.

Why? Oh you mean, like, what is my tragedy? Why am I a bum?

Thatís okay. No, really, itís okay. Bum is the correct description of me.

If I really had to hazard a guess, Iíd say itís this piece of luggage, this old case here.

You see, I traveled a lot. That gold I used to carry was someone elseís, and I wanted it for me. So I traveled, always seeing gold at the end of the rainbow. But I was never home, and I lost my family while trying to get that gold.

But the real gold, the gold I couldnít see right in front of me, was my family. And after a while, I couldnít find them either. The gold I was chasing was foolís gold. And Iím the fool.

Donít cry, missy. Iím okay, really.

So, thatís why I carry the case with me. To remind me of what I had and what I lost. I keep thinking, someday, they will come looking for me and forgive me.

In the meantime-here give me a hand up, I gotta get going. Thatís it. Darn it, my footís asleep. There we are. That feels better.

In the meantime, while Iím waiting, Iíll drag this old case around with me. Sure, thereís nothing in it, but I just canít let go.


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Tesiri Moweta08/22/05
How true. The most important thing in life is love.Thanks for sharing.
Crista Darr08/23/05
This is great!
janet rubin08/24/05
Wonderful. I could see this man and his suitcase and hear his voice, just like a movie scene. Thanks.
Suzanne R08/26/05
How sad ... and how true. We spend so long chasing after fool's gold...... Well done.
Beth Muehlhausen08/26/05
I could picture this old geezer's wizened face. You wove quite a story, here - a story that tells of a heart's search for what matters. Well crafted, deeply involving. Good job!