Clumsy, nervous fingers trembled as I checked my purse for his money. Hidden amongst the crisp dollar bills I spotted a picture of my boys.
What would they think of their mother if they could see her now?
It didn’t matter, I needed to do this. For years I hadn’t felt like a real woman; I hadn’t felt like me.
He waved and smiled a warm, professional smile as I approached the bridge.
“Debbie, as it’s your first time we’ll take it slow” he began. “Just one loop of the forest – at your pace. So, if you’re ready, deep breath in and let’s go.”
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge