Sunday, September 25, 2011
Today's muse: Sunday Scribblings
The prompt: Sometimes the best laid plans don't work out. What do you do then? Move to Plan B.
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Jennifer straddled the toilet, peed onto the narrow strip. Why the hell did they make these things so damn small?
It only takes about ten seconds, the pharmacist told her. Ten seconds and her life would change. One line or two, it didn’t matter. The result would be the same. Things would change.
They would travel the world or they would raise a family. Learn new cultures or learn to parent. Both lives seemed filled with wonder and challenge, love and laughter. Peace and fulfillment.
Mark had assured her that either life was worth living and he’d gladly spend it with her. So they made plans; frightening plans, exciting plans.
Jennifer glanced down, her eyes darting between both windows, searching for one or two blue lines.
Jennifer held up the test when he opened the bathroom door.
Mark met her eyes. “Plan B, then.”
She smiled. “Plan B.”