Time for a change
For John she dazzled and sparkled, bold, vivid, the envy of his friends. It ended in a conflagration, volcanic in intensity. She survived in the embers and in time emerged like pale smoke.
And coiled herself around Ian, all smooth curves, soft edges. She blended in, as he wanted, cool beige and white, transparent, until she became invisible to him and he moved on.
She’d been who they needed, these two and those before them, and they were generous while it lasted, more than they knew.
Now is her time. She feels suffused with a golden glow, rich with possibility.
This story is for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.