I haven't an itinerary as I’m still not sure what I'm headed towards. Going with the flow is new to me, no ‘plan B’ ‘C’, ’D’ or ‘K’, I’m worried. What if something happens? What if the ground opens up from under me and l fall, fall into the abyss of failure? That is something that must be a possibility I suppose, for if I spread my wings and take flight, I will likely fall. Isn’t that the story of Icarus?
The line moves faster now I am almost walking at a standard pace, almost. They now walk next to me, but they are walking the other way, surfacing out of the tunnel. I restrain myself from reaching out to ask them what it’s like. Is it like what I’ve heard, or worse? I wonder what their story is, they hold no travel mug. They look worn and tired, maybe from the the life they’ve lived, or maybe they are starting a new life. It doesn't matter I think, for I am prepared for what ever comes my way, nothing will hinder my start to my new life.
It is finally my time, the beginning of my future. My ticket goes into the machine and spits out my boarding pass. The start of my life has finally arrived.
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Waiting For the Future
Short StoryI spend my whole life waiting, waiting for something to happen and when it finally does it seems small in comparison to the future.
