Zelda checked her bag for her passport, then checked the passport itself. It hadn’t expired, of course, but she couldn’t help herself.
She was travelling tomorrow—too late to fix anything if there was a problem.
Everything was in order. She was just nervous. It was only a weekend in Rome to visit a dear friend, yet this trip felt different.
It was her first time abroad since getting the all-clear. Her tests were clean. She was cancer-free. She could travel again.
Smiling, Zelda checked her passport one last time, put it in her bag, and breathed a sigh of relief.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
