Nowhere to go

Life is funny.  When we have to get up every day and go to work, when we’re tired and frustrated with our jobs or our co-workers or our bosses, all we canlonely2 think of is the day we can finally put it all behind us.  The day we can finally retire.  And then, once we are retired we often wish we were still working.  Still had somewhere to go every day.  Still had lots of people around us.  Still had a purpose.

Why am I bringing this up?  No, I’m not retired.  I don’t go to an office every day, but I still work.  As a freelance writer and strategic consultant, so this isn’t a story about my personal experience.

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the trigger:  “The next time you’re in a public place — a coffeehouse, a park, a store — observe the people around you.  Pick a person, a couple, or a group, and imagine what their lives might be like.”

Well, wouldn’t you know I’m here, at my neighbourhood Starbucks.  My cleaning lady’s at my house today and if I don’t get out of there when she’s around, she gives me chores.  So I’m hiding out.  So of course I have to look around and see who’s here, don’t I?   Continue reading

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Day 36. Alone Time

Before you read this story, I just want to let you know that the WordPress blog, Magnificent Nose, is featuring Flash Fiction this week.  I have a guest post today, “Poetic Justice?”  Hope you’ll check it out, and keep going back.  It’s a great blog.

Yesterday I wrote about twins.  In that story, I made a very brief reference to my being an only child.  Today, I’m thinking about what that means.  Can’t speak for everyone else out there without brothers and sisters, but I love my own company.  I never feel lonely.  I do like being alone.  Not all the time.  But probably more than many.

And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if my being an only child has a lot to do with it.  It would make sense.

Because I have no siblings I spent a fair bit of time alone, growing up.  Yes, my parents were there.  Yes, I always had lots of friends, lots of friends coming over to my house to play, to study, for meals.  I always had lots of parties, lots of sleepovers.  But eventually they went home, to their own houses; and then it was back to just me and my parents.  We had a large, extended family.  Lots and lots of cousins (many of whom are very close to my age) and aunts and uncles and grandparents.  We were together very, very often.  Most weekends, in fact; and often, during the week as well. But eventually we all went home, to our respective houses; and again it was back to me and just my parents.

I spent a lot of time with my parents’ friends, especially the women.  I often said I had my own relationships with them.  I loved my conversations with them.  They never treated me like a child; and I guess because of all the time I spent with adults, I was more sophisticated Continue reading

Day 21. Who’s Lonelier?

I have another WordPress blog — one where I talk about my day job as a writer, marketer and strategist.  About six months ago I wrote about how, just by looking around and being observant, a writer can find inspiration anywhere.  And everywhere.

One of the examples I gave was about a couple, having dinner a couple of tables away, from my then-boyfriend and me.  I spotted them the minute we sat down and I have to confess that I couldn’t take my eyes off them.  I was riveted.  They were married.  And there they were, at a small table for two.  But as intimate as the space they shared was, they might have been in different countries, let alone tables.

They said nothing to each other.  Not once.  Not even when they ordered their meals.  They never looked at each other.  Not once.  Although they were sitting directly opposite each other, they were ‘positioned’ at a slight angle away from each other.  So their bodies were facing in slightly opposite directions.  I’ll bet anything they were totally unaware of it, too.

They didn’t seem angry.  They didn’t seem upset.  There were no red faces, tear-filled eyes, longing looks, frowns,  sneers.  No clenched fists.  No negative body Continue reading