The hair on the back of Sydney's neck stood up as she watched the ship disappear into the horizon. Her back rested against a large palm tree, her head turned to the right as she continued gazing at the ocean. When the ship was completely out of sight, she laughed. Whether its source was fear or excitement, she was unsure.
Matchmaking and Merlot
Cynthia stood in the bar alone, gazing at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Her reflection was snuggled between a bottle of Crown and a bottle of Jack Daniels. The sight made her nose curl up as she recalled nights long ago filled with shots, dancing, and Steven. Her brown eyes begged her to leave.
The Beginning at the End
I laid on the bed, eyes closed, clutching my mother’s favorite scarf. I had sprayed it with her perfume and was daydreaming of laying beside her, chatting as we always had. The cream and blue floral curtains allowed a thin sunbeam to reach my face. I felt a brief moment of peace.