Figured It Out

Flash Fiction

Figured It Out

I think I figured it out. I’d been getting a little nervous over the last little while. I’d pick out a story to read that had an exciting title. Sitting on my sofa, drink, and snack, next to me, I’d start reading.

Honestly it didn’t matter if it was a little story, a couple hundred words, or a big story, pages and chapters. I just loved to get my brain settled into the story. My own real life set aside as I enjoy the unfolding. Watching it play out. Sometimes making me smile, or laugh! Other times sad, or calling the writer stupid (just an opinion!)

But lately I read, and I am often confused. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stopped just to look up a word, because I had no idea what it meant! (Sometimes can’t even find it! Though, I admit, my dictionary is kind of old…)

Sometimes it seems like I’m missing something I should already know. But from where? I thought I was pretty intelligent, I could be fooling myself… But I just can’t seem to get on the bandwagon. I have actually, and I’m not proud… thrown a book across the room, smashing it into the wall in frustration! Not good for the wall either. I just get so upset.

But I think I just figured it out. I was young once, then I married, had two kids, worked full time. Then kids married, and grand-children, Hub and I retired. My husband passed away a few years ago, and I’m older now, and on my own. Life has changed so very much. I wonder if my elders had trouble understanding me when I was young. It’s a new world; I’m an old lady. I think I just figured it out.