The opening sentence for the January 1st Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve…”
I’m so blessed to be here with you. Out of the blue, you rang. I was unsure at first, wanting to slap myself to really wake me up. Or am I still dreaming? Is it really you? Are you giving me a second chance? Perhaps what was done could be forgiven, could be dusted or buried. I quickly dressed up and drove to our favourite bowling alley. I wore my black and white polka dots dress, the one you gave me. I braided my hair. I brought my bowling shoes. I couldn’t wait to be with you again. New beginning, new hope.