Epilogue

"I'm falling. I keep waiting to hit the ground, to feel my body be crushed from the impact, but it never happens. I just keep falling. It's a continual state of moving, yet going nowhere" ~Sally


Sally Morgan sat on the balcony of her apartment staring out at the slowly setting sun. She loved sunsets. She loved knowing that, even as the darkness fell, the day wasn’t really ending. Rather, a new one was on its way to beginning.
She needed a new beginning. Her parents’ deaths had been sudden and in the blink of an eye she found herself on her own. As soon as her parents had been buried and their house cleaned out, she'd packed up her stuff and driven all the way to South Carolina. And the only reason she stopped there was because the ocean was in the way. She'd come to the last town before the ocean began and found an apartment within a day of arriving. Tomorrow she would begin putting in applications for a job.
The paper lay beside her on the little table next to her chair. She’d circled little ads here and there. Sally picked it up and glanced back over the employment section. She'd circled two advertisements for department stores—she liked clothes so she thought that could be fun. She had circled one for a bank—at least at a bank she'd have weekends off. She'd circled one for a vet clinic—she loved animals. Those all made sense to her. But the last job she'd circled was a mystery to her and the only reason she could think that she'd picked it was because she needed a new beginning. She wanted to try things she'd never done before and be someone she'd never been. So when she'd read the ad for, 'Bartender needed, will train, no experience necessary', Sally had circled it on a whim. Out of all the jobs she'd considered, it was the only one that felt right to her. Who knows, maybe she'd actually even be good at it?