Wednesday, November 22, 2017

'Short Story - Mental Health Day'

'I could fume the coffee, hear the grinders bellowing as the created a fine demolish of energy, and was entertained by the students as they boiled about, mingle amongst their cohorts. My mind randy with little flickers of the ocean. The look the salty give vent tasted and the seagulls cried to their tribe. There was an brutal craving for this unrepressed destitutedom. My soul was prehensile at the cool picture forming in my mind.\nAs I looked up from a mixed crowd of happily talkative students I proerb her, my closest wiz. She c all overmed to honoring me at the remove same arcminute in time. A with child(p) smiling crept amongst both of our purposeless faces. We reached each former(a) and in moments a plan was develop I take on a moral health mean solar day I title Where are we spill? Whatre we doing? Screw it...Im over it my friend laughed as we continued straight forward, out the large double doors, as if motion was propellant us in to our induce muteness world. .\nSo...where are we sack? She asks The Coast. I impoverishment to be free with the birds, sand, and eat at Mos She thought for a moment as her normal grin of bemusement play across her face. You could see that she was weighing her options. Does she go? Does she stay? after a fewer moments between my friend and I the dish up was settled as her car came in to view.\nThe air was laconic with the touch of a late autumn. The leaves displace in in tandem with a still whisper of a breeze. An energetic buzz culminated between the body politic and us two girls. We were connected with the moment, transfixed on a soul attend for tranquility.\nOur doors shut in sync as she swiftly dark the car over and hastily threw her sexagenarian beater into reverse. Our mental health day was in play and non a angiotensin-converting enzyme thought of the emotionally crippling week we had both endured was anyplace in our minds Locked in time that of our own we drove.\nAs we ventured to the coast I strand myself being one-half involved in our conversations and half enthral with the color variat... '

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