Title: WAITING FOR SOMEDAY
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Word Count: 93,000
Like a blade of grass pushing its way through a crack in the sidewalk, sometimes the buried past has a way of resurfacing...
Thirty-eight-year-old Valene Del Monaco is a talented expert when it comes to designing the interiors of luxury homes for a small list of clients in New York. She satisfies their needs with all the extravagance their lifestyles demand. Yet when it comes to her own surroundings, she likes her life just the way it is—ordinary.
But life hasn’t always been ordinary for Valene. Surviving an abusive stepfather, a teenage pregnancy, and a marriage of convenience, she’s determined to suppress her troubled past and keep it where it belongs—buried, along with the rest of her romantic notions.
Everything changes when she receives a mysterious letter from her ex-best friend, Allyson. No communication for over twenty years since their friendship-ending quarrel had all but convinced Valene she would never hear from Allyson again. Dredging up the past is the last thing Valene wants, but unless she’s willing to return to California to gain closure with Allyson, she fears the haunting memories of her past can never be put to rest.
Valene may be resigned to let bygones be bygones, yet nothing prepares her for Allyson’s revelation, her true motive for reconciliation—their rekindled friendship has an expiration date stamped on it, a date of Allyson’s own choosing.
Last night, I dreamed I was dying. I lay beneath a bright, cloudless sky in a lavish garden, surrounded by pink jasmine and white gardenias. Dandelions peeked above the blades of grass at the edge of my blanket and I reached for one, plucking it gently from the earth so as not to dislodge its fragile seeds. Clutching its stem, I closed my eyes to make a wish. With my last breath, I blew the seeds into the wind and watched them float through the air and out of sight.
Visions of my perfect dream faded into harsh reality when I awoke this morning to the sound of thunderous rain. No wish could change my impending fate. Perhaps I knew deep within my subconscious mind, wishes only come true in dreams—yet for me, there would be no more wishes, and no more dreams.
Exactly four minutes ago, with my friend at my side, my life ended.
Silence echoed through the room. Several minutes passed before Valene lifted her head and let go of my hand. After drying her tears with the coverlet, she pushed the hair back from her face. Her eyes, red and swollen, made her appear much older than her thirty-eight years and I thought perhaps I should never have allowed her to accompany me here today.
She stared at me for a long moment, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Finally, she reached for the call button. Her finger hesitated for only a moment, and then she summoned the doctor.