Tiffiany Collier
Stories (3/0)
Welcome Aboard
The first thing I smelled was the salt coming off the ocean. It surrounded me, permeating everything. It smelled... CLEAN, almost like laundry that had just come off the line, dried outside in the open air. I could smell the moisture in the air, but I couldn’t feel any dampness or humidity. The aroma was fresh and green, like an expensive organic room spray, but better.
By Tiffiany Collier3 years ago in Families
Late. Date. Wait.
It's not like she owed him anything. Why had she said Yes to this invitation? Her grams would call it “having a crick in your neck.” The nagging but subtle pain that was developing in the crook where the base of her neck and her shoulder met was a reminder of how long she had been twisting her neck toward the entrance of the restaurant. He was late. Fifteen minutes by her phone. She wasn’t even for certain at this point if he was still going to show up. She finally returned her head to its naturally front-facing position to release the strain in her neck. She picked up her glass of water and took a sip.
By Tiffiany Collier3 years ago in Families