Out of the Comfort Zone

Hope reached the revolving doors and flung herself through them. She could see Joe following her, so she broke into a run away from the building. A light spatter of rain had begun to fall; not uncommon in December. The drops splashed the street and reverberated up onto Hope’s legs.

Unable to escape him, Hope was briskly turned around to face Joe as he grabbed her arm.

‘Hope please, take a deep breath…’ Joe tried to reassure her.

‘No Joe.’ Hope held up her hands, her breathing still ragged. She closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. ‘I just… I just… can’t do it. I’m sorry… but that’s just how it is.’

‘Come on, Hope.’ Joe took Hope’s hands with a comforting smile. ‘We made magic with that song. Didn’t you think so?’

‘I…’ Hope stuttered. ‘We did, but…’

Joe rubbed the back of Hope’s hands. ‘You can do this, I know you can. Believe in yourself.’