This was not exactly what I had in mind when I ran away from the farm. I dreamt of becoming someone glamourous- a cabaret dancer perhaps, or the mistress of a famous painter. Had I known I would end up as a waitress in a café, I am not sure I would have come to the city. Had I stayed back, I would have married Jean that fall, and had three children by now. It would have been a different life, a more secure one.
Do I have any regrets? Of course.
Would I swap this life for that? Never!
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.