Written in response to Writing 101: Your Voice Will Find You.
I found this difficult, not because of the twist but because I found little inspiration from the prompt. The twist was easy as I routinely read my posts aloud to my SO. I am still posting what I wrote but be warned that it is far from my best work. Read at your own peril.
This was it.
Years of planning and dedication down the drain.
It wasn’t that the town decided against holding a centennial celebration. Oh no. It was much worse than that.
They decided to let the new intern finish planning it. The intern who had never set foot in this town before being hired. Jillian, the intern who only works two days a week, is taking over my baby.
And the council didn’t have the guts to tell me.
I didn’t even know she was on the project until she asked for the password to the centennial laptop.
I didn’t know they had replaced me until I walked into one of the centennial meetings. The meeting I heard about through the receptionist who didn’t know I wasn’t told.
It wouldn’t have been that bad. I could understand that they wanted Jillian to have a project all her own. I remember how hard it is to start out in this business.
But to be told my years of planning were “good effort” but not needed? That hurt.
To be told that “they didn’t want to cause any drama”? That hurt even more.
I just wish I could do more than watch as they butcher my baby. When the centennial plans don’t work out, I will be there with my plans and my ideas to get us through.
Because what else can I do?