Winnie’s Woe

Poor Winnie, she stood right outside the door, hoping the sun would cure her, aches and pains and a sallow complexion might have been a product of her melancholy. She was physically exhausted as night after night she watched the moon climbing into the empty sky, and then fitfully dreamed of lost love. Winnie’s days were long and tiring and certainly disappointing. There was no one to help her get out of her slump. It was affecting her appearance and wrinkles started forming around her constant frowning lips. One night she decided to make a wish on a falling star, silently pleading for a happier life. The next day she decided to make a change by herself because it seemed no one else would help her. She got up early, walked down the path near the beach and on a whim, ran into the surf. It was invigorating and she even screamed to the waves, “I’m ready!” She had a sudden burst of excitement and then ran out and lay on the sand. She cared not that she was soaking wet and gathering sand on her clothes, even looked up to the sun, smiling.

“Ready for what?”A deep voice asked, and right then, Winnie didn’t feel woeful at all.

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