Today, for some people, life will change forever.
Anything… judgemental error, software failure, metal fatigue, an alert lab technician or simply fate itself… may herald a new, challenging direction.
“Must you do this today?” Simon asks, surveying the bags of unwanted clothes on the bed.
Lydia peels off more bags, heading for the cluttered spare room.
“Keeping busy,” she mutters.
The phone rings… it’s the hospital.
Minutes later, she replaces the phone, leaning her forehead against the hall mirror.
For someone, today is the last day of their usual life.
She is not that person; this is not that day.
Delighted to find we’re not alone in stockpiling similar corners within our home, despite the fact that we’ve moved house 18 times since 1994. Friday Fictioneers, under the housekeeperly eye of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields kicks off again today. If you’ve a hundred word story to fit the photo prompt, however obliquely, feel free to join us by clicking the blue frog.