Survivors, Too
Becky glared at the papers in her hand. She'd spent several weeks preparing for her nursing finals, and now a comet blows up and puts an end to her hopes and dreams.
Becky glared at the papers in her hand. She'd spent several weeks preparing for her nursing finals, and now a comet blows up and puts an end to her hopes and dreams.
She looked at the walls of her tiny apartment. Paintings on which she’d invested money she couldn’t afford to spend. Furniture she’d carefully chosen for both beauty and functionality. She guessed now she could select art at her leisure without regard to expense, just walk into a museum and walk out with a Monet or a Picasso. There was no one to stop her. And what need had she for furniture? She could live in a different house each and every day, if she so desired. Even the governor’s mansion, if that’s what she wanted.
She didn’t.