Snow Globe by Beers Georgia

Author:Beers, Georgia [Beers, Georgia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Brisk Press

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My room is peaceful, and I briefly entertain the idea of just staying in it for the remainder of my vacation. When I open the sliding glass door, the ocean breeze enters like a welcome visitor, gently rearranging my hair and ruffling the sheer panels. I inhale deeply and wonder what it is about the salt air that makes one feel suddenly calm and relaxed. I’ve never been one of those people who has the inexplicable desire to live by the water. I’m happy in my northeastern home of lush trees, green grass, and white Christmases. But even I have to admit there’s something amazing about the sound of the surf and the smell of the ocean.

I grab my phone and a bottle of water and take a seat out on the balcony. Again, I sit and breathe, avoiding having to deal with anything other than taking in air, letting air out. After a few moments, I feel calm, so I turn on the phone to see what awaits me.

Five texts.

Three missed calls.

I sigh and hit the texts first. Two more from Kim, one from last night, one from this morning. The first one is along the same lines as the one from earlier.

Hope ur ok 2day. Ur on my mind. I hate that she uses text speak like she’s in high school. She’s almost forty. She can’t spell out the word ‘you’re’?

The second one is a bit more surprising.

Can we talk sometime? I miss u. I don’t like that. I have nothing to say to her. Do I? Well, I can probably come up with a few choice things to say to her, but none of it would be kind, pleasant, or anything she’d want to hear. I click to the next text, deciding I’ll deal with Kim later.

Where are you? This one is from Allison, as are the next two. I furrow my brow and check the times. Last night when I was in the club. I think. Ugh. I delete them and move on to the missed calls.

One is from my mother. She left a message. One is from the office at home. They also left a message. The third is from Allison’s number, but no message, again from last night.

I punch in my codes and listen to the voicemail messages. The one from work is no big deal. My boss just checking to see how I’m doing, tell me she was thinking about me yesterday. That’s nice. I make a mental note to send her a text and say thanks.

My mom’s message makes me smile.

“Hi, honey. It’s Mom.” I love how she always identifies herself when she leaves me a message, as if I haven’t heard that voice for thirty-five years and couldn’t possibly guess who it is. “I just wanted to say hi, see how you’re doing down there. I know this is a hard day for you, but you remember that if that stupid girl doesn’t want to be with you, she’s…well, she’s just stupid.

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