A NeverEnding Story...

Starting Over

Flan stepped back and admired her work - the pictures were arranged haphazardly. There were pictures of D and herself, oh plenty of those - all smiling and happy, and then there were those of her and Mr Brown, those of her family and friends and her adorable students... snapshots of her life, a happy life.
What have I done? She asked herself again, for the hundredth time, since she had embarked on a journey that she had waited so long for. Seeds of doubt were planted as weeks passed; at times, there were moments when she felt exhilarated - the seed of doubt and fear killed, just for an instant, before it crept back...
Flan bit the end of her pen, frowned and concentrated hard on the task in front of her. She was writing postcards to her students and friends. It was her first time. She used to be too busy to even reply emails, let alone take the initiative to choose postcards, buy stamps and sit down to construct a letter. It's so odd to have all these 'free' time on your hands all of a sudden. She was beginning to like it.
Ooah, so many plans and ideas, how should she start? It's only a matter of time before the ideas push the last seed of doubt away, she consoled herself.

posted by Flaneur @ 8:02 AM