“Tell me about your dream.”
“It all seemed so easy. Short lines, getting through security. Even testing was a breeze.”
“So why didn’t you ultimately get on the plane?”
My gaze drifts to the framed PhD certificate mounted on the wall behind her. I can just barely see my reflection, the tears welling in my eyes.
“Joan, you have this habit of self-sabotage. When something feels too good to be true, you often presume that it is.”
I spin the wedding band on my finger so fast it flies off and lands in her lap.
“Why don’t you call him?”
© 2021 Nortina Simmons
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