Wings : A Short Story

This was her last shot. She knew it well. Clutching a coffee cup in her hand, being very nervous as the day had come when her determination would either pay off or won't.

She never worked as strenuously, as she did for the last six months. She had gained a lot of insight and learned from the experiences she had gone through. Success and failure, for her, it was now a mere reflection of mindset. As she knew she had prepared herself for what's waiting long ahead and not just for tomorrow.

Only she knew what she felt right at that moment. People misunderstood her, judged her, taunted her, challenged her conscience. She was broke, in the middle of nowhere to go. Failure was the key that daunted her to become what she had become today.

But she eventually learned to strive, focused herself, out from all that could bring her down. Instead of drowning deep, she learned to swim. Swimming against the tide.

Amid flashbacks, she heard the screech of a car. Someone rang the door. Handing over the envelope, along with the pen that she dropped in the publisher's office, and her newly printed book titled "Wings". It was her time to fly.