All his life, well, her life, he had chosen for her. Him, of insecurities and fears, had resourced great strength from within, and analyzed every nitty-gritty and made every decision along her life’s way. He would hear her too, for he was no tyrant, nor a chauvinist. But he really had to believe it to be a good choice to let her follow it.
Yet somehow, he fostered in her a free spirit. How can you gently hold something in your fist, yet let it free in the world? He held her in his open palm and guided her.PS: A story with 99 words based on the image. This was a challenge in the Writer's club at office :)