Smells Like Change

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Though I cowered at her words, I was struck with inspiration.  She was right about me. I rose from my one knee and closed the box.

“Go and be somebody,” Annabeth told me. 

So I went.  My suitcase in my hand, waiting at the subway station, I thought about who that somebody was that I wanted to be.

 I was raised to think life was going to college, getting a job and settling down with a family.  Meeting Annabeth had challenged those beliefs.  Her loving nature, her free spirit, and her encouragement had ignited a spark inside me. I started to notice the little things.  The once mundane was now fascinating.  I was motivated to explore and create and speak out.  But still I held myself back.I had a good job. Tradition told me it was time to settle down. But Annabeth said no. 

My mother would be upset when I gave her back Grandma Millie’s ring.  I felt like turning back. 

Then the train rushed by and with it a smell of grease and sewage and change.  A tune began to form in my head.  I took my notebook out of my backpack and began to write.


Submitted: July 21, 2019

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