I heard a live version of Etta James singing “At Last” on Pandora the other day. I’ve heard that song at least 473,921 times before, but something about her live delivery made me think about how much I enjoy being alone. I don’t wait for someone to come along. I wait for the quiet times, the peaceful aloneness.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “alone at last.”






Frantic flashes and probing camera lenses stripped away any sense of personal space that they had. The elegance sent stumbling across the sea of outstretched hand, yelling fans, and broad shouldered security men. But no mob could invade burgeoning love. All voices lost once finally in the limo. “Alone at last!”.