Flash Fiction #16

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”  Diane dropped the final congratulatory card and watched it see-saw down to the river’s surface with the others.

Retirement was supposed to be this unlimited, amazing free time to indulge hobbies, travel, and complete long neglected projects.  For a while it had been fun, but now… 

With no family, no job, no friends, no plan, she felt so…so useless. 

What good was a new day…a new life…when one had no purpose?  What was left when one became obsolete?  Diane took a step and followed the cards over the edge.