fiction

Chapter 20 - The Unwritten Page

The morning sun rose on January 1st, 2027, washing the West Seattle craftsman home in a golden, immaculate light.

There was no performance to rehearse. No expectations to meet. No invisible scorecards to balance.

Just a warm house, a sleeping golden retriever, a daughter who knew she was loved beyond measure, and a future stretching out before us as wide and limitless as the Pacific Ocean.

I sat at my desk by the bay window, a fresh cup of coffee steaming beside my keyboard, looking at a blank document waiting for the first words of a new story.

May you like

I smiled, placed my fingers on the keys, and began to type.

The end.And the beginning.

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