She’d been writing the same book since college. The story was a beautiful one that had come to her in a dream. She’d sprung from bed in her tiny dorm room, startling her roommate, and run to jot the idea down before she forgot it.
Today, the girl with the eager smile and a head full of dreams was gone. She was a mother. A wife.
A thousand words. I need a thousand words.
“Coming to bed, babe?” Dean asked as he passed her office in the hall.
“Not yet.” She blew him a kiss, then opened her laptop.
The Moral Mondays prompt this week is FINISH WHAT YOU START.