November’s theme for Write from the Heart was “freedom”. In November I also submitted two entries, and this one was shortlisted:

Tether

Some days it was taut, like a violin string tightened to its breaking point. Put a bow to it and you’d hear a discordant screech, then the telltale snap. Other days it was leisurely, light, soft like mohair. That’s when you’d gently tug at it, and she’d rush into your arms like a wave, breaking. Lapping at you with her cool, refreshing waters. And yet other times it was a chain so heavy it was impossible to move. Those were the worst days. No, the worst was waking to the lightness of complete absence.