She thought about the pride in her work as a writer and the high praises and attention Mr. Johns had given her – it was quite a stark difference from the kind of interest her own father had shown and Mr. Johns wasn’t even related! As Jordan’s mind started navigating down the path of what it would be like to accept the award for ‘best short story’ and read it aloud on the radio, she heard her name called.
“….Reynolds?….Jordan Sandra Reynolds…?” Jordan’s Mom was at the counter handing over the paperwork and had missed the announcement.
“Oh! Right here. I’m here.” Startled, Jordan stood to her feet and looked around the room. She was the only one left in the waiting area. With a slight wave to the technician on the other side of the lobby, she headed in that direction.