Seeing Amanda sit by the window, one might assume she was looking at the world around her. But the truth was that even if her eyes were looking in that general direction, her brain was not registering any of it. She just sat and stared through the world. Because why look at something that simply does not matter? The sun began to set, and as the rain slowed down, so did Amanda’s tears. If her red nose and puffy eyes did not tell enough of a story, surely the mountain of tissues next to her did – she had been crying awhile.
Wiping her nose with an oversized sweatshirt she was wearing, Amanda decided to move from the living room back into her bedroom, which was divided from the living room by a red curtain.
“An open floor plan” was what the leasing agent used as one of the arguments why someone would want to live in that apartment. Amanda remembered hearing that phrase a lot on real estate shows on TV and figured she would like to feel hip and trendy. So, she put in an application, and two weeks later, she moved into that apartment. At first, the apartment seemed huge, but soon enough, it became hard for Amanda to keep organized if every room was a part of the next. Thinking outside the box, Amanda installed curtains. It made her feel as if she was coming out onto a stage from behind a curtain at a theater. At least in the beginning. Then, the novelty wore off, and she just learned to live in the space that she had.
As she sat down on the bed, she turned to the side and smelled the sweatshirt she was wearing. Despite the fact that she has not changed out of it for three, or four, or five days, Amanda still got whiffs of sandalwood and citrus. Splendid Wood by Yves Saint Laurent. The stream of tears began to flow faster again. Surely there must have been ridges in her cheeks by then from all the crying she had been doing for the past couple of days.
A knock at the door caused Amanda to pause her sniffles for a brief moment and listen. She held her breath, hoping whoever was at the door would go away if she did not answer.
The second knock was more intense.
“Could it be him?” she wondered, cocking her head to the side.
“Amanda?” a female voice asked.
Amanda exhaled and shook her head gently. What would she even do if it indeed was him? She guessed it depended on the reason why he came. Was it something he left behind, or did he want to get back together?
More fervent knocking.
“Open up! I know you are in there! You cannot hide from me!” Jessica – Amanda’s best friend – yelled through the door.
Amanda did not feel like entertaining anyone, and so she pushed her back further against the corner where her bed met the walls.
“I have the emergency key you gave me when you moved in. I will count to ten. If you do not open up, I will treat this as an emergency and use it,” Jessica threatened. “One… two… three…”
With a groan, Amanda picked up a pair of black sunglasses from a table, put them on, and made her way to the door.
“It is past seven o’clock on a cloudy October day, and you do not have any lights lit in here. You do not need those,” Jessica said, taking off Amanda’s sunglasses as soon as the door opened. “Oh, honey…” she hugged her bestie.
“Jess, I have this terrible migraine. I’m sorry, but I need to go back to bed.” Amanda turned away from her friend and moved towards her bedroom curtain.
“Not so fast. You’ve been dodging me for days now. I’m done with that. God as my witness, I will get you out of this hole. As your best friend, I promise to put him in the hole, if that makes you feel better.”
Jessica turned on the living room light and looked around. “No old pizza boxes. Good,” she murmured as she headed towards the kitchen. “No dirty dishes in the sink. Maybe it’s not as bad as I thought,” she said to herself and opened the fridge. “Is this the rotisserie chicken we bought together over the weekend?” Jessica yelled out to Amanda, who was already in bed under the covers crying another river.
“Oh, boy,” Jessica whispered as she sat down on the bed next to her friend.
It was Jess’ intention to drag Amanda out that night so they could drink, dance, and forget about men, but that would clearly not happen with the state Amanda was in.
“Alright. Have it your way – sleep. But I am staying right here to make sure you don’t choke on your own tears, and tomorrow we are starting a brand new chapter.” Jessica sighed and pulled out her phone to keep her company as Amanda buried her face in the pillow.
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The following day, Amanda’s head felt like it was going to explode with every move she made. Slow as a snail, she made her way into the bathroom in search of some medication. She shook out three blue pills, then added a fourth one for good measure and swallowed them with a handful of tap water. Almost as if the medicine was already doing its job, Amanda felt more aware of her surroundings on her way to the bed. She paused midstep. There was humming coming from the direction of the kitchen.
“Could all that have been a dream? Did he never leave after all?” she began to wonder, still frozen in her pose.
“You’re finally up!” Jessica beckoned her with her right hand hidden in an oven mitt. “Come. I went shopping when you were sleeping, and I’ve made some eggs, bacon, and croissants. Sit.” Jess proceeded to plate all the delicacies as Amanda at down.
Amanda knew she had to get rid of Jessica but was not sure how. She was in mourning of a love that ended, and her friend simply did not fit into that. Jessica was chipper as always. So insensitive. She watched Jess’ mouth move but could not hear the words. Did not want to hear the words. They did not matter. Nothing mattered.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Jessica shook Amanda’s arm.
“No, sorry. My boyfriend of five years just told me he didn’t love me anymore, and I am trying to cope with that. So, no. I did NOT hear what you were yapping about.” Amanda tossed her fork to the side and walked away from the table.
“Amanda, sweetie, I know it hurts, but you will get through this. WE will get through this. When you were sleeping, I received the opportunity of a lifetime – to go on an exotic holiday and post selfies each day. I am finally going to become an Instagram influencer. I will be able to quit my job…”
Amanda tuned out. She was happy for her friend. She was. But she was sad for herself, and she needed to focus on that.
“We are leaving in two days. We’ll go waxing today so you can scream and let that anger out before we head for the exotic Bahamas. For a week! For free!” Jessica announced and pulled Amanda in for a dance.
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“Write a story inspired by the word ‘exotic.'”
– prompt used for this CW piece.
[Source: BlogBattle]
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Certainly had times when I’ve looked through the world. I like your description of that.
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Thank you for such specific feedback.
It’s a state I experience every now and then and thought I could use it.
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Definitely.
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Nice story! Any mention of going on a trip is quite a saddening notion nowadays though hahah
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True that.
At least I am trying to take y’all on a vacation with my FwC posts and stories like this one 😉
Gotta make up for it somehow.
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Sad story but with hope of a free holiday could do Amanda a world of good to get out and change of scene.
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Indeed.
How has your week been?
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My week has been quite like most weeks uneventful.
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That’s better than bad.
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Good story Goldie. I found myself thinking that Amanda is lucky to have a best friend to help her through depression. The other side of the coin – If Amanda wants to grieve the end of a relationship, I say let her. (as long as she does not harm herself) Give her the space she needs. Just remind her you are a phone call away when needed.
Amanda is a Debbie Downer right now and is not the person Id take on that trip. (lol)
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We all definitely process loss in different ways. Some need space while others need lots of people and distractions. It’s a fine balance.
Yes, I’m not sure how exactly Jess will drag Amanda to the airport, etc.
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Looking forward to part 2.
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Coming to theatres near you October 15th. LOL
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I enjoyed this. It reminded me of an audio book I listened to (and loved) a while back, “The Enlightenment of Bees” by Rachel Linden.
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*bows*
So lovely to hear.
Stay golden.
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I absolutely hate open floor plans nope.. I see through that BS hahaha
Sunset in paradise, suddenly the title makes sense…
I am curious about the dream offer to post selfies, sunds too good to be true maybe because in the past month I was mostly focussing on scams, so a part of me is okaaay will it be as exotic, and then the last movie I watched people who went to an exotic island ended up entangled in ritualistic sacrifice …
Ok I am projecting lets see where this story goes
~B
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It never ceases to amaze me how some people don’t see through the simplest BS. I mean, I know that some things work for some people but not for others and vice versa, but c’mon.
When I first thought of that story (based on the prompt), I really thought about what will be part 2. That’s why the title only makes sense at the end of part 1. It was quite funny because I started writing what I thought would be the intro and then, when I was ready to start writing about the paradise, I checked the word count and noticed I was already at around 1k. There was no way I was making this a 2k story (or more) for my poor readers.
We shall see, indeed.
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One of the things I liked most about the story was the characters. Although I was probably more annoyed at Amanda than sympathetic (but the sympathy was there), I really liked her gung-ho friend … and that leads into my wondering if, as this story progresses, I might decide later that a little bit of Jessie is good but a lot of her becomes overbearing. And that gets me to wondering if my thoughts might change on Amanda, also. Very happy to see there will be a part two to this – looking forward to it!
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I like your character analysis.
I’m not sure how this works in terms of the Battle. Are multiple entries accepted or frowned upon? I will still link part 2 to the prompt but you can choose either one to share on your site. I had no idea this would turn into a longer story…
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Standard procedure is one a month, and if you don’t want to risk waiting to see what next month’s prompt word will be, I don’t blame you! 🙂 Yep, sometimes 1000 words just isn’t enough….
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Yea, I think I will write part 2 within in the week. We shall see what happens next.
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I’m hooked. Hopping over to part 2…
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That’s awesome! See you there.
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It is always sad when a relationship comes to end and easy for those on the outside to think you need to get over it. I know they are just trying to help and a trip to an exotic locale sounds fun. Off to read part 2.
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Things always seem so much simpler when they are not happening to you, right? When things get personal, we don’t always heed our own advice.
An exotic vacation seems like a medicine for anything to me. Especially now that we can’t really travel.
Are you going to make your way down to FL for the winter or no?
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Not this year. First, the border is still closed and second, I am worried about Florida, their cases are still high. My kids would be very upset with me as well. I could still change my mind, but probably not. First winter north in nine years, I hope I don’t freeze to death. 🤣❄⛄
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Oh, boy. I bet it will be an adjustment for you. Stay warm and stay golden!
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I think you really nailed the description of grief, here. I particularly liked the line “…there must have been ridges in her cheeks by then from all the crying…” — nice description! Heading over to pt. 2 now.
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Thank you, Joshua!
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There are always several sides to a story. As I know there are two more episodes so far… that I’ll get to eventually. I’ll just have to see where things go. Sometimes though what’s free isn’t always the best option 😉
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Indeed. You never know what the reality of the situation is.
And yes, what shines ain’t always gold…
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As you know, I have a tendency (one that I’ve been trying to curb, of late) to offer, um, suggestions. And they’re not always welcome. But since, above, you thanked dumbestblogger for offering ‘specific feedback’, here’s some from me:
They say “show, don’t tell”. You could easily lose the “– she had been crying a while”, on the grounds that it’s redundant. The ‘mountain of tissues by her bed’ already tell the tale. If you want to retain it, then you ought to replace the noun phrase ‘a while’ with the adverb ‘awhile’.
You ought to replace the comma with an en-dash, to match the other one.
I think you need ‘farther’ here, not ‘further’.
I stumbled over that, partly because of the sudden (and magical) appearance of the sunglasses after Amanda had opened the door, and partly because of the suggestion that it was actually the door that was wearing them. I would consider rephrasing as, perhaps, “Hastily grabbing her dark sunglasses from her dressing table, Amanda dashed to the door and pulled it open.” Also, perhaps consider having Jessica count to a number rather larger than three, as I think you ought to give Amanda more time to get up from her entrenched position, find her sunglasses, and get to the door.
Here’s hoping you don’t hate me for casting aspersions on your writing!
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1. I definitely see and understand your redundancy point. Like with anything else – there are those that agree with ‘show, don’t tell,’ and those that don’t. I’m somewhere in the middle as I think that there needs to be a balance. But, that might also be why I’m not a best-selling author just yet. lol Thank you. I will amend the ‘awhile.’
I definitely need to read up on en/em dashes. Originally, I used to prefer them, but lately, I stopped using them since most of what I read included commas in their place. Ultimately, I would like to incorporate more of the dashes back into my writing. In fact, I kind of struggled with them earlier today as I wrote my latest CW piece. Thank you for encouraging me to look into it. And, of course, I edited the old post. Thank you.
I read your quote of my writing and laughed. I knew where this was going. A door wearing sunglasses. LOL I made some edits regarding the counting and the sunglasses. Please let me know if it reads better now.
Nope, not hating you. At least not yet 😀
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Huge improvement. HUGE. Much more readable.
I still think that you need to give Jessica a bigger number to count to, though.
PS Glad I got a laugh out of you. It’s my mission in life. (I aim low.)
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Thank you for your help!
Jessica isn’t the patient type. Rules don’t make her. She makes the rules.
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Heh 🙂
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