(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Tomorrow
I remember driving east along a country road in the late autumn sunshine of November.
The morning sunlight created a strobe effect as it poked its way through the trees lining the highway.
The pulsing bright light only encouraged the tears already forming in my eyes.
I was on my way to a funeral.
The person we were mourning was young.
Younger than I, and I was in my twenties.
But now she was gone.
As I drove along that curvy road, alone, it felt strange that somehow the world was going about its business as if nothing had happened.
I passed cars and trucks traveling in the opposite direction.
Their occupants had places to go, people to see and things to do.
Life goes on.
For her there was no tomorrow, but for others – including me – “tomorrow” had come and turned into “today.”
That was more than twenty years ago.
Twenty years’ worth of tomorrows have come and gone since that day.
I know I took many of them for granted.