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Michelle McGriff
 Dec 29, 06 - 11:04 PM |
Change of Life
Change of Life is another anthology waiting for the bestseller list. With authors Maxine Thompson, and Denise Campbell combining their talents with mine we told three great love stories that we sure every true romance will love. |
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Michelle McGriff
Dec 29th, 2006 - 11:10 PM |
Re: Change of Life/excerpt
*** Glenda was dragging. Two morning cups of coffee and an even an afternoon trip to Starbucks wasn’t helping put the spring back in her step. She read the same sentence three times before finally giving up and closing the file. Corporate work wasn’t always the most exciting occupation in the world, at least not at her age. At forty-five, staring at the picture, penned to her cork board, the one of that house nestled in the plush greenery on that hillside, the house with the white picket fence with the colorful pansies creeping along it… “Now that was exciting,” she said aloud, taking the picture from the stick pen and getting a closer look at it. She sighed heavily and put it back on her corkboard. “We’re going for drinks after work today,” Dave said, peeking into her office, smoothing down his comb-over. Dave was a wannabe overachiever. Glenda felt he was more of a brown-noser than anything, but his department was always winning service awards—thank goodness. Being his boss, she would hate to ever have to fire him for poor performance after all these years. Who knows what he would do. He didn’t seem to have much of a life outside of this job. Dave didn’t linger at her door; he had simply announced their plans and then disappeared without waiting for an answer from her. It was as if he knew she would decline. Lately she had been nothing short of a wet blanket—always so tired. But then, how could she expect a man to understand what was happening to her? She was forty-five now and the dreaded change was upon her. Glenda could tell by the signs. She was coming into menopause. She was willing to accept it. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t expected it. Actually as soon as she turned forty, she began reading up on the subject. ‘I’m an intelligent woman,’ she reasoned. ‘Why live in denial over the inevitable? It’s a fact of life, can’t run from it,’ she had told herself. Her husband, Simi was a handsome man, barely showing grey around the temple. And a good man, although she’d not reminded him of that much lately and she knew Simi loved her, it wasn’t as if she had to be told all the time either. “So are you going for drinks?” Gerri asked, stepping into her office, breaking her reverie. Gerri was her assistant. “Oh…oh no, I’m gonna head on home. Simi is supposed to get in this evening and I want to be there when he gets in,” she answered, before realizing she still had the picture in her hand. Gerri looked around nervously and then closed the door behind her. “Glenda can I talk to you?” Gerri asked. Glenda sighed, knowing before she spoke what the young woman wanted to talk about…that man. These young girls these days, Glenda mentally fussed. They just don’t know how to keep their relationships afloat, they are just so fickle; she went on thinking. She had been married to Simi whole life. He had been her first and only lover, so she didn’t have anything to compare him too, but even with that, she had to figure he was one of the good ones, lord only knew her brothers were no angels. Just remembering them as young bucks sowing their wild oats gave her a chill. All the girls…the babies…the babies’ mamas’ dramas… Despite how much she liked Gerri, Glenda felt she was about the worst—always whining and crying over her relationship. Why Gerri went rounds and rounds with that man was beside her. “It’s about Harold,” Gerri began, sitting down quickly. “I told you, just make up your mind about him—all this back and forth,” Glenda fussed after hearing again about the planned break up. Gerri shook her head, allowing the tears to flow now. “Gerri either get out or you need to try to work it out, but settle on something, all this bickering is distracting to you and your work.” “But Glenda, you don’t understand. How can you. You have a good husband and…besides, life isn’t all about my job.” “Gerri, please, your job needs to be given a much higher priority my dear. With your work you measure your worth,” Glenda lectured. “You have to think about what’s important and fighting with Harold isn’t it.” “Glenda I can’t believe you can just say that to me, as if love isn’t important,” Gerri whinned. “Love? Is that what you call this?” Glenda laughed. “Please, I would never let my personal life get so distracting and convoluted as you have done with yours… honey love just isn’t crazy like this. Love doesn’t have you acting a fool and…” “God…you are impossible to talk to, Ms. Never Had To Work Out A Thing In My Entire Life Dixon,” Gerri growled. “And what does that mean? You know Gerri; you come in here to complain,’ Glenda fanned her hand. “I don’t come to you, but then again, I don’t have complaints.” “Ms. Perfection, here we go again with the lecture on how to have the perfect man, the perfect life…well Glenda life is just not that simple.” “ |
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