#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh
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, there is a lot that holds her back now. She knew burning these memories would only dampen the pain lacing her heart and not erase it.

But, she can no longer hold on. She had to let go.

‘I have to let go.’ She thinks almost as a mantra to herself, pushing her stubbornness along.

She watches the edges of the large photo of her and her late husband begin to burn, darken and coil in on itself, disintegrating into ash.

She watches as her heart begins to crumble and shatter all over again as the...