Published: Sep 14, 2020
Robin was nearly forty now, and a line had started to emerge at the corner of her mouth. One that would not go away. She was tired. She was sick of the hot summers and the cold winters. She was over sunsets and full moons and runs at the lakeside. Robin was ready for the next thing, whatever that was, to sweep over her life and change everything. The trouble was that it was very unlikely it would happen to her. She was going to have to put in some effort and make it happen herself. Dread was what she felt at the idea of having to put forth another round of energy. She was really showing her age psychologically, and this was worse than physically if she knew anything about anything at all.