Whatever HAPPENS
Fiona sang to herself as she packed her bag. She sang to herself as she soaked away her troubles in the bath. She even hummed to herself in the taxi to the airport the following morning.
‘Whatever happens,’ she vowed as she looked out at the grey autumn skies above Luton, ‘I will do my very best. I will not come back full of regrets.’
She hummed to herself as she flicked through a magazine, waiting for her flight to be called. She smiled at the man who checked her boarding pass. She positively beamed at the stewardess who showed her to her seat.
‘Just off on holiday, are you?’ she asked Fiona.
‘Maybe,’ said Fiona, ‘or maybe at the start of something wonderful.’
The stewardess didn’t have the time to ask her what she meant and Fiona didn’t want to tell her. She worried that if she did, she might just be tempting fate.
The skies were blue over Tenerife. Fiona gazed down at the island’s beautiful sparkling bays with wonder. Her whole future
