At a stop-light at the four corners of her hometown, the middle-aged woman sees the young girl in a tutu. It’s time for Senior Pictures and the photographer has her standing in the middle of Main Street. She’s all of 17 and has the future at her point shoes it seems.
The middle-aged woman tries not to be jealous of the dancer’s youth and future. What would she change if she could? Her husband, kids, or job.
As she hurriedly snaps a photograph with her iPhone, she decides she wouldn’t change a thing. The life she has, it was her destiny.
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on!
***My writing sucks ass lately. The journal entries are getting better, but my fiction is lacking. It sounds better in my head. When I write it out it appears that a monkey has written it instead of the romantic soul that is me. I know my muse will come back. I wish she/he would so I could beat the shit out of them with a stick!***
Have a great weekend sweethearts.