That was one thing she always made sure to do for and with herself during the Winter. Then one foggy day, Alice met a man. She had been getting ready for a holiday drive around when she found $8 crumpled up in her car. She decided to take that money and up her ante for treating herself. She was in line and the nearest coffee shop ready to order something large, warm, overpriced, and delicious when she walked directly into the man ahead of her. They laughed, she apologized, they chatted, and before she knew it it was 9:30 at night. Alice still hadn’t gone on her holiday drive, but she had enjoyed herself. Max was kind, charming, and bought her a hot coco with extra toppings to make up for taking up so much of her holiday cheer time. Included in the extra toppings was his phone number. Alice blushed and grinned simultaneously. Maybe holiday movies were real, after all? She thought as she chuckled and disregarded this thought to herself.
Month: November 2018
I probably could have done a lot more, she thought to herself as she continued to do nothing.
Do more with your life or with your night, she questioned herself.
That is a great question, she replied as she scratched behind her right earlobe with the edge of her nail.
It was six years ago. Leilah was 26. She had graduated from college three years ago and was working at a job she hated. It wasn’t that she hated to work. It was actually quite the opposite. She loved working, but all the same she hated this job. More specifically, she hated the past year of her life. Her anxiety had been spiraling. Her eating habits had taken a non-existent turn. She was smoking and drinking coffee as though they were the air of the fresh outdoors and nectar straight from the ancient gods. Her dating life was a slew of awful men, one worse than the one before. To line the men whom she encountered up would mimic a lineup of all the usual suspects in a jail house.
Edward had been working on this idea for a year. He had always planned to be a successful person, but success alone wasn’t going to be good enough for his next endeavor. He planned to have Evelyn be his bride. In order for that to happen, he needed a ring, and for a ring he needed money – a lot more money than what he had been making. It was an easy fix. Make an invention so simple, so obvious, and so cost efficient that people would lose their shit over it. Everything seemed to just fall into place before his eyes.
The lights would come and go at no particular interval. It was as though every morning someone deliberately spun the dial on a timer so that it was never actually set properly. Sometimes there wasn’t a real light in her dark corner, but only a glow from a nearby place. Sometimes there was no glow at all. Those were the days she decided that instead of a game of “Spin the Light,” it was “Kill the Lights.” No matter what the circumstances or environment Ali never lost her mind, she just waited patiently until she was freed to go home. That was her ultimate want, to return home.
The trip thus far had been uneventful. Minus a few wrong turns and detours Jefferson and Donna were making and having a good time. How could anyone not have a good time en route to their friend’s cabin in northern Vermont? They would have their first romantic getaway in almost a year and a half. It wasn’t that either of them hadn’t wanted to get away, it was simply that they couldn’t. The timing was just always off.
Hilda felt drawn to the tricks of the house’s coloring. She would have felt generally better and more drawn if the lights were on, or if she knew the realtor was already here. Hilda ran her eyes down the block once more, there was one car somewhat close to them, but it was parked on the far side of the bend in the road. Seemingly the car belong to a house further down the block, past the clusters of red and orange fallen leaves.