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That Place Where the Ocean Meets the Sky
Dear Diary, You know how a story hits you on a different level? You hear it off the cuff, barely paying attention, but it somehow lodges itself into your subconscious and pops up years later. That's how you know it was meant to be heard by you.
There's Always Time for Wine
Elijah Elijah sits nervously waiting for his date to arrive. He scans the menu, glancing towards the door often. He checks his watch. He tries to relax his arms away from his body, noticing that his armpits are beginning to sweat. He loosens the tie around his neck and grabs his water, glancing toward the door once again. Just as he is thinking he's been stood up, a woman's voice startles him from behind.
I start to whistle a tune as I lock the shop behind me. "Woah. Don't do that." "What? Lock the shop?" "No dumbass." My coworker says to me. "Whistle at night." The expression on my face lets him know I think he is crazy before I burst into laughter.
Ding! Ding! Bentli snaps out of the book he is lost in. He quickly tosses the bookmark into the pages and slams it shut, a little more aggressively than intended. His social anxiety has spiked. He slips into his customer service voice.
Jared stood staring at the funhouse sign. The light bulbs blinked on and off again and again and again. He was thinking back to a childhood memory of getting dragged into one of these by some of his friends. They left him behind at the carnival because he couldn’t find his way out of the mirror maze. His friends made fun of him for weeks while he suffered nightmares… fun times. Kathy’s voice brought Jared back to reality.
“He’s down there waiting for me, isn’t he?” Adria looks down from the mountain into the village below. The sun is beginning to set, casting beautiful purples and golds across the evening sky.
Twenty Thousand Dollar Grand Prize! Jackson held the ticket in his hands staring down at it. After a moment or two he pulls out his black book. He flips it open and begins to jot down numbers frantically. After a few seconds of flipping from page to page, doing a few calculations and scribbling more, he closes the book and holds the ticket out before him.
The club was poppin the night I met Julianna. I was rolling, chilling on one of the couches near the bar, enjoying the light show and the light touch of a friend sitting next to me.