Today’s prompt: When she opened the door, she wished . . .
It was Aimee’s birthday,
her twenty-ninth. The day she had dreaded all year. She thought birthdays were
over-rated, like Valentine’s Day. No one had mentioned her birthday at work.
Why celebrate it? Why celebrate growing old?
Aimee was still
single. Not unattractive exactly but not a hottie, either. She’d been married
once and was hesitant to get involved again, especially with a boozer. Her ex
liked to celebrate birthdays. It was an excuse to get drunk.
When she opened
the door, she wished she had a beer in the fridge.
“Surprise!” The whole office
had squeezed into her living room.
Now let’s see what the other’s wrote:
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