Happy Endings

Happening, quietly, everywhere.

She stands on the platform overlooking the autumn city, wearing her wholeness like a new woollen coat.

The lights look different now, brighter somehow, as if the constellation finally made a space for her.

Life reshuffled the deck when she wasn’t looking.

She is on her way home from the job that landed in her lap, after being fired. The one she never expected to love.

Her hands are tucked deep into her coat pockets when she pulls out her phone, thumb resting on an unheard note from a voice she hasn’t heard before.

She is not sure what it will say, she is not sure she is ready.

Before she can press play, a woman with a baby taps her shoulder.

“Sorry, is this the right line for Exchange Square?”

They talk for a moment, people tend to talk to her. The woman glances down at her child, a small smile softening her face.

“You know, they told me I would never have him.”

On a busy platform full of strangers, it feels like she chose who to deliver that message to.

A quiet reminder: keep an open mind.

Keep an open heart.

Let good things happen, even when she cannot imagine them.

When the woman disappears into the crowd, she finally presses play.

“Sorry beautiful, just realised I didn’t reply to this bit, so I’m from a little town called…”

The tram arrives.

The doors slide open in front of her, warm light spilling onto the cold platform, ready for her to step onboard.

Her next destination.

And all of a sudden, she understands.

Maybe, we don’t need to find hope after all.

Maybe hope finds us.