From office worker to caterer to … writer?
Since she could remember, Dale has been an avid reader, a lover of the written word. She finally decided to try her hand at writing, feeling there was a story inside of her. A blog was born, but, would she find an audience?
Sarah says: Well, I think the answer to that is a resounding “yes”. Her blog A Delectable Life is aptly named, with the words delightful and pleasing describing it best. She never moans and always looks at life in a positive way, which is hugely inspiring in a world full of negative reportage. As for her creative writing, it seems my suggestion that she try writing a 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers has resulted in her contributions there becoming part of her weekly routine. So seeing as she is now addicted to the art of flash fiction, I thought who better to kick off the New Year as my guest storyteller?
Thank you, Dale, for being a champ and accepting my invitation … and now I’ll shut up and let you get on with your tale.
She was given very specific instructions: Walk for one kilometre from the start point, direction north-west, until she reached the edge of the woods. There she would find a small path, barely discernible, to the right of the blue, flat rock. She was to take the path, taking care not disturb anything.
Petrified, heart pounding, she moved forward, branches pulling her hair, scratching her face and arms. The ground seemed to want to suck her in but still she plowed forward, determined to reach her goal.
This was her once-in-a-lifetime chance to get exactly what she wanted, what she deserved! She must keep on. “I can so do this,” she whispered to herself, courage and confidence growing with each step.
Finally, she glimpsed the orange light in the clearing. She was almost there!
As she struggled forward, thoughts began creeping in. “Why was she here? What did she want? What was the purpose of this trek?”
She finally burst through into the clearing to find him standing there.
“You made it!” he cried. “You’ve earned my love and adoration, and we can be together forever!”
She tilted her head and looked at him. “Funny thing happened to me on my way to you,” she replied. “I came to the realisation that YOU have not earned ME. I am strong enough to make my own decisions. All this time, I thought I had to be worthy of you, when in reality, I had to be worthy of me. For this, I must thank you. I have discovered my own strength and I couldn’t have done it without you.”
With that, she turned around and walked back into the woods, ready to take on the world on her terms and hers alone.