Oiled and drowsy, Kate and Charlotte sat side by side in beach chairs in a comfortable, hung-over bliss. Digging her feet into the powdery sand, Charlotte shielded her eyes, as if saluting, and looked over at her best friend.
“Kay, you awake?”
“Mmmmm”
“I’ve been thinking…” Charlotte said.
“Uhhhhh. “Kate moaned, “I thought we agreed, no thinking this weekend, Char. “
Charlotte sat back and attempted to clamp her mouth shut. The seconds dragged into minutes until the silence was killing her and she pushed herself up in the chair and leaned over to Kate.
“Hey, Char!” Kate whined, “You’re blocking the sun.”
“I know.” Charlotte answered. “But I need to talk to you.”
“Whyyyyy?”
“Because you start your pastry classes in a few weeks and we won’t see each other every day. I just want to make sure you’re going to be okay.”
“Okay?”Katie asked, squinting at her friend.
Charlotte sputtered, “Oh all right! I want to make sure you’re not thinking about Lance.”
Katie sighed and sat up, busying her hands with adjusting the straps on her swimsuit.
“Do you think I can just forget that I love him?”
Charlotte felt her own tears well up.
“Well I’m trying.” Kate answered matter- of- factly. “The problem is that I’m afraid that Lance is going to be just like this sand. I can brush him off, sure that every piece of him is gone, but a day is going to come and I’m going to find some small granules somewhere. They will itch and irritate, but they also may remind of some really happy sunny times.” Kate bent down and sifted a handful of the brown grains through her fingers. “I’m afraid that he’s always going to hold a part of my heart and I’m going to be reminded of that more often than not.”
Charlotte nodded.
“I think you might be right.”
“Yeah…”
“Yeah.”
“So…”
“So maybe we should just stop talking about it and enjoy the rest of the weekend with the beach , the booze and the boys?”
Katie’s laughed, “ Now that’s a great idea!”
They soaked up the sun, relaxed and quiet, until Charlotte spoke up again.
“Hey Kay, have you called that guy Anthony yet? He might be just what you need to get your swagger back.”
“No, not yet.” Katie said wistfully, “still trying to dust off all this sand.”
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Oh! The beginning! Poor Katie’s going to be dusting off that sand for a long time.
I like the analogy with the sand. I hope she can eventually dust it all away.
I loved that analogy of sand. Well done!
A shame it’s over 100 words. You got swagger in there, the word for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge
Poor Katie and her broken heart.
I do love Charlotte. She’s such a good BFF.
Fantastic job, as always. Oiled bodies and comfortable hangovers really set the scene. Love the dialogue. Natural, and it moves along at a nice pace. The analogy to the sand is brilliant! Well done!
I admire how well you can use these prompts to continue your storyline. Another good job!
I like what you did at the beginning, getting into an oiled up Katie and Charlotte.
Charlotte is the perfect friend for the impulsive Katie. You’re interplay with them is well written
Wonderful view into the before. Guess, she still keeps finding those granules of sand?
There are comfortable hang overs? I missed out!
“I’m afraid that he’s always going to hold a part of my heart and I’m going to be reminded of that more often than not.”
I love that sentence, and her use of the sand on the beach. Bittersweet, but appropriate. Love just kind of gets under your skin like sand, doesn’t it?
Let me add my kudos for the great analogy! As always, very well written and comfortably familiar. A pleasure to read.
Ah…sand…always showing up in crooks and crannies you never thought existed. Love that analogy.
Beautifully written as always friend. Your way with words makes me feel like I’m sitting right there with them. Of course I’d be the drunk friend. What? xo
the sands of time … and swagger.
Love the use of swagger!
you have SWAGGER Nicole…big bad awesome SWAGGER!!!
and I love when you’re here, like always.
xoxo