"Oh my god" she thought. What kind of crazy person stands outside with thier eyes closed smiling in the sun then practically crashes into someone? Her, that's who! Maybe it's about time to introduce this clumsy character.
Here in the place where no one knows her yet, she's known as Brynn. Back home, she's known as a hot mess. Thank god she's here and not there right? Anyhow, Brynn has always loved to travel and after her series of unfortunate love life mishaps she wound up here. A tiny town that's part of a network of places. How does one choose to move to a small town anyway? If you're like Brynn you got tired of everyone knowing your business but didn't want to leave the small town charm so you just move to another small town but on the other side of the country.
So here she was practically running down the sidewalk stuffing papers into her bag as she went. She didn't have time to get mixed up with another guy. What an idiotic thought though. Who's to say he was even available?
"Alright Brynn, get yourself together". She was getting tired of having to remind herself to do that. She was fairly sure she was on the edge of losing her mind anyway. How could he do that to her? And by he she didn't mean the tall drink of water she slammed into in front of Grind Time. Brynn was thinking of the selfish, heartless piece of work once known as her husband. He'd managed to wear her down month after month until finally breaking her spirit and divorcing her, leaving her with nothing.
But this story isn't about him. She constantly reminded herself of that too. As her momma always used to say: "Brynnie. This story isn't about me or them. Its about you. Life is your story, and your story is life. Now go and write your chapters".
Oh how she missed that crazy woman she'd called mom. But she was right. As she climbed the stairs to her small studio apartment she knew it was time. She unlocked the door and set her bag down on the table. Reaching in and digging through the mess she pulled out two packets. In one hand she held her papers that confirmed she had severed the tie that weighed her down for so long. In the other she held a fresh start. A new chapter in life.
Then, looking more closely, she realized she was missing the title page already! "Damn it," she said out loud. Beginning a new chapter in life and she was already dropping the ball. Nothing a blank piece of paper couldn't fix though. So she set to work making a new title page thinking about Mr. Tall Drink of Water...