A life headed for a true ending of pleased readers … these are the last thoughts everyone thinks before they end an astounding novel. In the world of literature everyone has their stories full of happy endings, of love, and some doubts of will he or she return in the next novel, but I see a world that collides with reality and imagination that combines in a way that no one really understands. It’s full of imagination waiting to be typed out onto a clean page just so, you, the readers can be amazed at the imagination of others and whether or not it could become true. I’m here to tell you anything can happen.
Chapter One
Defining point
It was the eve of Christmas when I found that I had forgotten something very crucial at home that I meant to bring into town with me, but I hadn’t the slightest clue what it was, remember this part of the story it plays a key part in ‘the end’. I do however recall leaving a hot cup of coffee on the counter which I’m sure my cat Sam is enjoying right about now, I can picture him lapping up the steaming glass half full of wake up juice. I sigh heavily and think to myself I love that orange tabby. I snap back to reality, which I can assure you will be happening frequently, and remind myself of what I came into town to do even though I dread the thought of it. I’m meeting my sister for breakfast which normally I do; I meet up, but tell her I’ve already had breakfast and I’m late for another meeting, we never have meetings, apologize and then go to work… after normally receiving three texts of “how’s the meeting” I turn off my phone and later tell her “I’m sorry my phone didn’t receive any of those texts”, but like I said that was normally. This morning I got a call at 3:45-ish from her, she was scared and I could hear it in her voice even though she said she was fine. My mind then immediately flashed back to an old boyfriend that abused her and so this time I invited her out to breakfast to basically spill the beans on the weird phone call and the reasoning behind it. She agreed to meet me at 7:30 a.m. in Peach’s coffee shop in her favorite window seat. She was always right on time even still the morning air felt cool and stirred with caution. I walked two blocks to get to Peach’s, my car is in the auto repair minimart, and still no sign of her. I don’t understand, Jane is never late and I mean never. I wait about five minutes before truly panicking when I hear her old 79’ bug backfiring into the parking lot. I thought she got that fixed but it must be kicking the can on her. I go out to greet her and her car keeps rolling and rolling into the street on the other side of the café I start screaming so loud all my sanity is lost, “Jane! Janey, stop you’re going to run into someone!” and her little bug keeps rolling on by into oncoming traffic and WHAMM! A blue convertible with a white stripe down the front smacks into her side of the car! I wake up to glass breaking upon the hard wood floor. I run to the kitchen and see that Sam has knocked over a vase that was a birthday gift… it’s only been two weeks since Jane’s death and I still haven’t left the house. I look at my answering machine and see 40 new voice mails. I’ve had the same dream over and over again since her death and I can’t quite understand why, is it because I miss her or because everyone knows that it was no accident! I go to the fridge and hear my 7am alarm clock going off, open the fridge, get out the milk carton which is presumably empty and I can’t have coffee without milk… I have to grin and bear it because now I have to go out in public for the first time since the funeral. I brush my teeth and almost literally throw on a Tee-shirt and shorts, as well as my flip flops. Oh and you should know that I have a lot of vacation days because I have never taken one sick day or holiday. I might as well pick up some dog food for my sisters dog. She had a boxer named Lady but she’s mine now I guess. She doesn’t know how to stop licking but ever since my sister passed its like she knows what happened and knows why she’s here, she’s always so sad and only happy when she sleeps it seems. I lock the door and then remember that the day Jane died I was going to bring something into town but I forget what it was again and continue walking anyway. I pass the library, Miss. Periwinkles home, and the Fureps home. Damn this cold Fall weather!