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Last lines: Becca, out shopping, sees Lily, Lily’s husband Jason, child, and dog having a picnic.
Since Becca was a little girl, she’d dreamed of her wedding—a fairyland of flowers and tulle, with her at the center in a designer gown. But each year passed and she couldn’t find the man she deserved, who wouldn’t demand a prenup, a sure sign he was planning to trade her in for a newer model down the road. And there Lily sat, happier than she had any right to be. Pain stabbed up Becca’s arm and she relaxed her fingers, revealing four red crescents indenting her palm.
Becca turned away and stomped to her car, bags bouncing against her legs as she walked.
Damn Lily for ruining my mood. She hadn’t thought about the debts she couldn’t pay, her lack of a love life, or her stupid job all afternoon. Now, she might as well give up and go home.
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“Lily Wasn’t There” is a short story I can’t quite get right. I’m hoping the feedback from WeWriWa will help.
Becca’s life hasn’t gone how she planned. Stuck in an accounting job she despises, she scrapes by with a paycheck that doesn’t buy her half of what she deserves. She wants to find a man before she’s thirty, get married, and never work another day in her life. While at work, she people-watches, and one particular coworker is often the focus of her attention–Lily. Lily is everything Becca hates–buttoned-up, bland, and overly dedicated to her job–or so Becca thinks.