I was twenty-nine for one day more. Tomorrow, I’d hit the big three-O. My family had planned a surprise party. I had half a mind not to turn up. I’d get on a plane, the next flight to anywhere and have a holiday alone.
But that would upset so many people and all the money and effort everyone had put in. Perhaps, I would enjoy it more then I thought? I don’t know, there is something unwanted about birthdays when you are an adult but it’s an inescapable part of life, so it might as well be enjoyed.
(Inspired by; https://carrotranch.com/2019/07/25/july-25-flash-fiction-challenge/ with thanks).
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Every birthday marks another year survived. There comes a stage in one’s life when that’s important, and when celebration becomes an inner affair
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Take charge of your birthdays from here on out. I sometimes throw a party, cook for friends. But I am never surprised.
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Thanks. This was a fiction story but I’m not keen surprises!
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Hayley, your story reflects the uncertainty of birthdays as an adult and that of a private person.
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Thanks 🙂
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If I don’t get a surprise party when I turn 30, I’m going to be upset.
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I’d like to be 29 or 30 for just one day more. 🙂
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Was it a REAL surprise if you knew about it ahead of time?
The older I get, the less of a fuss I want about my birthday. Maybe that will change once I turn 90.
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This was a fiction story. But yeah, I do agree with you there. As a child birthdays always were exciting but now I’m in my thirties birthdays don’t seem to have that same effect.
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