The roar of the waves quieted Rita’s thoughts. She’d headed straight from the office to the beach. This was her solace.
Here she could shake the dust off her feet. Volcanoes across the way drew her eyes skyward. She spotted a rainbow. It must be raining in the next town.
She had done what needed to be done. The job took its toll: a sure death of self had caused her to walk out that door. The workplace had stolen much of her inner being.
It felt good to end it that way.
Tomorrow it might not feel as good.
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This week’s 100 Word Challenge by VV is QUIET. The above is my take on that and a continuation of Rita’s adventures in becoming a free spirit once again. Come and play with us – write your 100 words.
Job can be soul sucking. I hope Rita finds what she needs
Ah… everybody needs that getaway spot… a sanctuary in which to re-energise the flagging spirit…
Beautiful.
I applaud her actions, sometimes we simply need to remove toxic elements from our lives.
Nice piece. There is that feeling – that lifting of the burden – that one gets with the ending of an onerous task. Or job. And you’re right. The next day it often doesn’t feel as good. Well done you.
I thought the line between solace and turmoil was well drawn, Robin
Oh yes. That nagging little doubt that enters after we’ve made a radical move that feels so right. It will pass.