Epilogue.

I feel like I’ve been staring at this word document for light years. That word, epilogue, it’s haunting me. Taunting me. The proverbial carrot dangling in front of me. That damn gold ring on the carousel.

I want to reach out and grab it. I keep feeling my fingers brush up against it, just shy of clenching it. Each rotation of this carousel I get closer and closer.

But damn it, I want that gold ring.  

Sure, I know I don’t technically need an epilogue. But I feel like it makes sense to have one for these characters, this story.

This epilogue is the only thing standing in my way to typing those two final words that I’ve been craving for months now.

So help me…I will get there this weekend.