We are afraid of truth,
afraid of fortune,
afraid of death,
and afraid of each other.
Our age yields no great
and perfect persons.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Yes I understand” I said as I wiped a tear from my eyes. It was the worst thing I had imagined. Fast paced cancer that would consume my body in…
“What do I do first?” I scream at the unsympathetic walls. No response.
I sit down and do the only thing I know how to do write. My husband first; this letter is surprisingly easy for he can read between every line. He has read this scenario and has heard my fears. That’s done.
Next – My eldest he is all that is good about me. He is talented and will take his art further for he is brave. His mind goes beyond the galaxies and probes the mind. “What do I say to him? This is for you,” as I tuck the book of stories that were written for him and about him. My book will never a best seller but he will be. “I love you my dearest son goodbye for now.”
“How can I say goodbye to you? You are my best friend. With you I have travelled the globe. We should have been twins not mother and daughter. Here are the tickets and the airmiles I saved for all our future trips. Go – I will be there.”
“Little one: of all of them you need me the most. You have since you were born. You must let go now. Please be strong for both of us. I am in every note you play. Every duet you sing hear my voice combined with yours – forever.”
“Goodbye to you. I love you more than life itself. I breathe my last breath with a kiss of love and thanks to you with love from my soul.”
and with that last drop of ink …
Here is the prompt:
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.