I hope you all enjoy your May Day Friday and get out and enjoy the sunshine and the dew.
Prompt: Close your eyes and think deeply of an emotion you’ve felt in the past three days, nothing fleeting, something strong and overwhelming.
Loneliness is like a wide open wound, bleeding and festering. It grows and grows and gets worse as time goes by, but just as any other chronic pain, it can be ignored. That is, until something returns your focus to it. The cold side of your partner’s bed, tripping over the lost shoe of a loved one, never to be reclaimed. Or even someone asking questions that bring that lost one back to the forefront of your thoughts. Loneliness is a plague, for even after it has been cured, there remain scars for years to come, always hidden from view, always waiting for someone to slice it open and begin the bleeding again. Only time can cure loneliness, time and trust. Trust that you can survive by yourself, with only yourself to rely on, and trust that the person who cut you won’t willingly do it again.
“I’m giving you Erik’s spreads. I want them re-done, polished and presented to me in a weeks time. Give them the same care and consideration that you gave the Brandt photos and you will be fine.” Eyvett smiled and stood causing Annabelle to stand as well.
“Thank you Eyvett.” Annabelle smiled and began mentally making checklists in her head on the steps she’d need to put into motion tomorrow morning.
“Do not thank me yet. Prove to yourself you can do this and I will be impressed along the way. Now you go home for the day, it’s been a long one for both of us.” Eyvett rounded the desk and followed Annabelle to the office door. “And good luck with Serena, she’s going to be more of a nuisance than normal once she finds out.” Eyvett winked and ushered Annabelle out the door. “Good night.” She slid the door closed.
Annabelle couldn’t help but laugh, she returned to her desk and began to pack her purse up and shut her computer down for the day. She looked at the rainbow of roses and picked a yellow one from the bunch. She snipped off the end and slipped it into a bottle of water. Placing it where it wouldn’t harm anything if it was knocked over she looked at the larger vase.
“Guess you’re going home with me.” She said to the roses.
“Are you talking to me?” Serena asked across the lobby.
“Absolutely not. But I’m flattered that you’re interested.” Annabelle smiled sweetly, picked up the roses and head for the elevator. “Have a good night Serena.”