Something was off, and it had been since her loss. Unsettled and frustrated, with a feeling of dread, Caila reluctantly moved forward. It was her duty as a tour guide of the most prestigious motel on the Eastern coast of North Carolina. Tomorrow, a tour of the island town of Ocracoke begins. It’s not that she dreaded her job, of course not, she was still grieving the loss of one of her best friends. Anything was better than staying in bed all day, watching television while eating junk food.
She went to bed thinking of her breakfast the next day. I know, right, who thinks of breakfast? She would eat yogurt, which had protein. An egg, too. But still drink her morning fuel, coffee. Oh, and she would wake up earlier to do some yoga. If she were satisfied with food and had energy to stretch, she would be ready to face the tourist on the tour. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, right? Still, the yearning to share her day with her best friend was overwhelming.
Why was the chocolate cake so good? I mean, if it’s not good for someone to eat a fourth of a whole cake in one sitting, then why invent it? She told herself that she needed to eat healthier. Days spent in bed not moving much because of depression are not wise. Her best friend would want something better for her. After work, she would stop by the graveside, still lined with flowers since the funeral, and talk to her friend. Memories of days together are the new norm for Caila.
Written for Pensitivity101.com- Di’s 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC
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Good to see you and thanks for joining in today. Hope all is well with you.
awesome story Heidi! 💞💞
yes, I like this; it’s wise and positive, integrates with the story —