Rachel Elizabeth
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Stories (4/0)
The Ship That Saved Me
It’s been a month since I lost my job. I’ve had more stress than sleep. A friend of mine suggested I take melatonin before bed and here I am, 30 days later, desperately searching the bottom of the bottle for my last pill. I want to believe it’s working, so I’ll stick with that. I figured melatonin would be safer than emptying a bottle of red wine every night, although I have thought about it.
By Rachel Elizabeth 3 years ago in Psyche
First Dates and Wine Stains
I gathered the collar of my wool peacoat, to compensate for my forgetfulness to wear a scarf. Actually, I didn’t forget, I was simply trying to be cute. But cute instantly got tossed out the window as I fought with the strong winds that blinded me with every strand of hair on my head. Tugging at my collar, wiping hair from my face, while trying to read the walking directions on my GPS, was multitasking at its finest. I got turned around twice before I found myself walking in the right direction. I felt foolish for even needing my GPS considering I spent half of my life socializing in this particular part of the city. I knew it like the back of my hand. But since the pandemic, it had been an entire year since I stepped foot downtown. I never thought I would get lost in what used to be familiar territory.
By Rachel Elizabeth 3 years ago in Humans
The Lucky Stranger
“Mr. William, is everything okay? I noticed you’ve been strangely quiet today. Can I get you anything, Sir?” My back was facing Rose when she entered my office. I was sitting in my favorite chair staring out the window. It was a gloomy day indeed. The rain poured, distorting my view of the garden as if I were gazing at a watercolor painting.
By Rachel Elizabeth 3 years ago in Humans