No matter your thoughts on the subject of suicide, I hope you can take a moment today to remember Suzanne "Liquid Illuzion" Horne. It's been a year since we lost her, a year very different from what it would have been. Whether you knew her or not, the lesson she left us with is this: Don't wait. Don't put off telling those you cherish that you cherish them. Do it now, while the sun is high and you have all the time in the world. Tomorrow is not a given. This was Suzanne's legacy, her gift to us. Take it, keep it with you, and today of all days use it. G-Man has put 55 Flash Fiction Friday on hiatus this week, to give the participants time away to spend with their loved ones. This is completely appropriate, even laudable. But given the date and the fact that it was through 55 Flash Fiction Friday that I met Suzanne in the first place, I decided that "official" or not, it was also appropriate to publish this piece on this day. Even if I'm the only one playing.
We all do.
So here's 55 words.
Just for you.
We'd used lots of words to describe her: Beautiful. Talented. Warm. Funny.
We never knew the other words: Troubled. Tormented. Agonized. Tortured.
We never guessed.
Then, among the glowing lights and glitter of the season, she left us a holiday greeting with her own unique style.
And when we woke next morning, she was gone.
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This is a powerful piece of writing. I am inspired to write but I hesitate because I did not know her. If you look back at some of my previous 55's I think you'll see that I have touched on the idea of not putting off for tomorrow what you could do today. I think my piece A Full Feast dealt with that idea. Thank you for posting this. She lives on through your words and memory.
OK, I really struggled with it and wrote at least six different stories before the idea of a light flickering out just as the next day begins inspired me. I'm up. Thanks for sharing this story.
BTW...G-Man has a spot to link up to now.
You have made this old one cry, but not tears of sadness Mojo, tears of understanding that loves lives past the darkness ... and now my Christmas will be so much better in knowing you, and others who understand that memories need not make us cry all the time, for there are times when they bring us such joy, as this dear lady did.
Happy holidays to you dear friend, and to your readers too ... may the new year bring you all the joy your heart can hold.
Love,
Amias
Liquid was a sweet human being. It's such a mystery how someone with so much love and compassion and a zest for life, could find it necessary to end it all so quickly!
Thanks Mojo, now go hug your family!
a touching 55 mojo...tough time of year with memories like that, though a fitting tribute...hope you and yours have a great holiday!
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