Lila looked around her little apartment above the coffee shop. It was a beautiful space, made for entertaining, but what good was it to have such a space when she was working 60-70 hours a week and didn’t have time to entertain?
I’ve got to make a change and get out of this rut, but where do I start? With a sigh, she picked up her briefcase and handbag, locked the door and started walking down the stairs. She was still thinking about her options when she reached the bottom of the stairs and automatically turned left towards the bus stop.
She didn’t hear the creaking as the sign above came loose from its moorings. Nor did she hear the voice that yelled, “Watch out!” She suddenly found herself flying through the air just as the sign hit the pavement.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she yelled, just as she looked up into a pair of clear blue eyes and her world changed.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers