The Prompt: Write the first and the last line to a novel you haven’t done, but want to do.
While I don't have a specific plot or characters to this great unfinished novel, I have a vague sense of the themes in the book. Here's a shot at it.
There is a saying that goes something like greatness is given to some, while others have to work hard at it. I'm not sure if I believe either one. I haven't experienced much good in my life, and I want to be anything but great. Surviving through life would be good enough for me.
As I stared at the setting sun, I realized that I had a long drive ahead of me. I regretted the journey ahead of me, but I knew I had to take it. I stared at the picture dangling from my mirror and smiled, having new strength. A butterfly fluttered in the air as the dust from my tires swirled around it and settled softly on the ground.
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