Story by Gretchen Fogelstrom
The morning had been dark and threatening. My mood was the same. I felt I couldn’t rise to the occasion. Even if the occasion was a celebration of Me. But did I really have any choice?
My friends, thank goodness I have good friends, had been organizing a party to celebrate my 50th birthday, under the stars, with sparkling lights of all colors, a fun band, good food and drink and probably lots and lots of dancing.
I had to pull out of my funk. I needed to feel alive, not half-way to dead. But just as I was about to crawl back-under the covers a knock at the door. I grumpily got up and opened to my dearest friend, coffees in hand. “Happy Birthday” she gently said as she noticed my scowl.
In her hand was a not only coffee, which I took greedily, but a bag with the insignia of my favorite dress shop. As she sat down she told me that I had half an hour to shower and then she was whisking me off to a day at the spa – full treatment. Just us girls. Being 50 was going to start off with luxury and end with laughing on the dance floor, according to her.
I couldn’t help but smile. Before I could rise to shower, she pulled out of her bag the beautiful red dress I had been eying for a month, but couldn’t justify the cost. I couldn’t help but start to cry. How could I possibly have such an amazing friend? 50 was going to be great.
Picture It & Write! I decided to combine Storied Impressions RED theme with Picture It & Write’s photo prompt this week – hope you enjoyed!