It's Friday, so that means today, I will be joining a group of others over at The Gypsy Mama to write for the love of writing.  The challenge is to dedicate 5 whole mintues to uninterrupted, unscripted, unedited writing.  To let the words flow from my fingertips for 5 mintues.  Each week there is a new word:  Today's word is Opportunity.  

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It happened again, that familiar sound of a door slamming in the distance.  She felt her stomach plummet and her fears rise like the raging waves along the pier during a storm.  She knew instinctively what that door, so violently slammed meant. Opportunity was gone, this time she knew for good.

For years she waited, hopeful and joyously anxious for that moment when Opportunity would sail into her arms, hers for the taking, forever changed and loved.  Through those same long years, filled with anxious hope at having Opportunity there forever, she learned, that Opportunity came fleetingly and was not easy to hold on to.

She began to question how much longer she could reach for opportunity only to have the door slammed again.  How much strength was left to hope?  She feared time had run out.

As the tears filled her eyes and her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, she knew this was it.  No more hope, it fled like a bird going south.  She let out a huge sigh of resignation and pulled the covers over her head.  Opportunity was not hers for the taking, it belonged to someone else.

As the tears began to flow and her mind released the hope, she faintly heard the door open, ever so softly, like a spring breeze caressing her cheek.  She was wrong, suddenly she felt alive, hope sprung back eternally, it appeared she had been wrong, opportunity hadn't fled after all.   

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