I didn’t know what I wanted. 
That’s not true, I did, sort of.
Sometimes we don’t know what we want, what we really want, until arrives with a very loud bang.
Or in this case, a very hard smack.
He had been my boyfriend for a while. 
I thought I knew him.
I did not!
He said he had a vision. 
He wouldn’t tell me what it was. 
But he said he thought I could make it real.
A vision made real?
Me?
How?
A STAND ALONE BOOK