The sky was grey and the rain continued falling in bottomless buckets.
“Oh this is so dreary Mimi. I can’t stand it anymore”, said Alison moving away from the window.
“I feel like I am stuck in this place forever”
She had been in New York for six months and was still searching for the right job and continued to struggle making new friends.
“Now child, what is your problem?’ asked Alison’s grandmother. “You’ve moped around this apartment all day”
“I am in a job I hate, and I swear, if I am left sitting at another Starbucks waiting to be stood up yet again, I will just scream. What is the point?” she whined.
Mimi thought carefully. “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end. Alison, you just need to remember, it is the journey, not the destination.”
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Meal is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Monday and has prompted us with writing a piece of Flash Fiction of no kore than 144 words, excluding the title, using the line “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end” taken from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.”