the beach. I slowly open my eyes and see Lily still sitting in the Queen Anne chair, waiting to hear about my experience. “Was she able to help you?” Lily asks. “She said Sam’s death was meant to happen at this time, just as his birth was meant to happen, our chance meeting was meant to happen, and the birth of our son was meant to happen.” I thank Lily for her guidance, kiss her goodbye, and walk into the cool October day. The world feels different. I feel the age of the cobblestones beneath my feet. The giant oak trees that filter the fall sun from my face feel strong, wise. The fallen leaves remind me of the changing seasons and how much life resembles nature. My uncertainty of the future has vanished. My fear is gone, replaced with wonder about the tasks I’m destined to do. And for now, today, that’s all I need. All is well, indeed.
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About the author: A professional writer since 1990, Julia's Future is Linda Westphal's first published short story. Connect with me online: Twitter: http://twitter.com/goodredroad