First Saturday, A Novel
Quiet Storm Publishing, October 2002

FEBRUARY 1998

February 6, 1998, Friday

If we knew what our future held, would we dare to venture forth? Would we put one foot in front of the other, moving closer to the inevitable with every step we take? Or would we curl up into ourselves in a dark corner somewhere, afraid of the next hour, the next day, the next year? I don’t know.

Audrey closed her journal carefully and placed it and her pen on her night table. The gold of the pen reflected the red of the tapestry-covered book where it met the cover. Exhaling slowly, she gazed around the spacious bedroom. The forest green of the thick, quilted bedspread beneath her picked up the color of some of the leaves on her flowered wallpaper and matching valances. As she gazed, she noticed the corners captured shadows where the light of the bedside lamp did not reach. Even the sheer, white curtains would not pick up any light from the room as they framed the white window shades. Audrey quickly got up from her place on the bed and turned on all the lights. Satisfied that nothing more could be done to brighten he atmosphere at the moment, she returned to her place in front of the bathroom mirror [...]

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