Daniel remembered exactly where he was on January 1, 2000 just as the clock struck midnight. No, he wasn't at home, hoping and praying like so many that the computers and the whole world didn't stop, didn't just shut down and crash all around him (This whole Y2K thing had everybody going crazy).
He was in his car, in his Brooklyn, New York neighborhood at a red light waiting for it to turn green.
But instead of turning green, it turned yellow. And it stayed yellow.
He sat patiently staring at the yellow light, waiting for it to turn green or perhaps waiting for it to operate like most yellow lights did and turn red.
At any rate, he understood its meaning. It meant wait.
Wait for his anger to fade before he showed up at her house to let her know exactly what he thought of the sudden breakup over the phone a few minutes ago without warning.
Wait to see if she was just having one of her "moments" and would call back and apologize.
Or it meant wait.
Sit and wait for the one, the one for him.
For the one for him was worth the wait.
And in that very moment, he decide that waiting was the very best thing to do.
From Women of Color Writing Workshop
5 minute writing prompt: Use the following in a writing prompt:
Place: Brooklyn NY
Date: January 1, 2000
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