The Open Appointment Book

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"A tale of love, loss, and second chances inspired by a seemingly ordinary scene."

Inspired by Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #208

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Lila walked into the room, her eyes scanning the space before coming to rest on the open appointment book. It lay there, innocuous enough, but it sent a shiver down her spine. She had been avoiding this room for weeks, but now there was no turning back.

The pink flowers in the vase caught her eye, a small bit of beauty in the otherwise dull space. She moved closer, noting the delicate petals and the sweet fragrance. It was then that she saw the glass candy jar, filled with sweets of all shapes and colors.

As she reached for a candy, she saw the dates in the appointment book. They were all marked with a red pen, and each one seemed to scream at her, reminding her of what was to come. She tried to ignore the fear that was building inside her, but it was like a weight on her chest.

She knew that she had to face it eventually, that there was no way around it. She took a deep breath and opened the book, her fingers tracing the dates that loomed before her. Each one was filled with reminders of what she had to do, the things she had to face.

It was then that she saw a note written in the margin, in her own handwriting. It said, "You can do this." The words were a reminder that she was strong, and that she could face anything that came her way.

Lila closed the book, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she was ready. She picked up a candy from the jar, the sweetness a small reward for the strength she had found.

As she left the room, she felt a sense of purpose fill her. She was ready to face whatever came her way, to take on the challenges that lay ahead. The flowers and candy jar were now a reminder of the strength she had found, a beacon of hope in a sea of uncertainty.

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