Six days a week for
the past thirty-three years, Rosie had wakened at 3:00 a.m. and gone to work at
the bakery. Doughnuts needed an early start. This morning memories filled her
thoughts when she turned the key and opened the door.
“Surprise!” her
friends shouted. “Happy Birthday!” They sang the song as numbers 6 and 5 were
lit on a cake.
Laughing, Rosie
thanked them. She made a wish and blew.
“Will you retire
now?” someone asked.
“What would I do?”
“Travel.”
“Where would I go?”
“Las Vegas—white-hair
heaven.”
She frowned. “I’m
too old to start again.”
Now let’s read what the others wrote:
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