After her latest hospitalization, Tricia isolated herself on an island where no one knew her.
While the ocean roared and licked her feet, she searched for colored shards of glass made smooth by tumbling waves. In her workshop she placed them in jars filled with water then sold them to tourists. Tricia was confounded by what rum soaked and perfect bodied folks would purchase while they laid in the sun.
Here, she remained sober and ‘off the grid’, but it didn’t stop her from thinking about her past life. She hoped they were okay without her. Actually, she hoped they were better than okay.
104 words/General Fiction (hell, I don’t know)
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Tricia seems to have found some peace and is in a reflective mode. I think the sea has healing powers. I’m reminded of Glass Beach as I read this. It’s a great place.
I just looked at photos of Glass Beach, and found it to be quite beautiful. This same sort of thing happens on the shores of Lake Michigan over in the Lelanau Peninsula. I’m so glad you shared the name of the beach with me. I want to go visit it right now. Giggle.
Love, Renee
No problem, Renee. It’s a beautiful spot in Fort Bragg, CA. That’s the one I was talking about. 🙂 There may be other glass beaches out there, but that’s the one I’ve been to. So pretty!
That’s the one I checked out. I do believe I want to visit there someday.
Great story
Why, thank you so much.
Love, Renee
This has the rhythm in the ocean at low tide. I can almost hear it.
Oh honey, I’m honored to have made you feel that way. Thank you for sharing your comment with me, it means a lot.
Love, Renee
Some relationships are just destructive.. probably better of separated..
I think she was the destructive one. She hurt herself any way she could, just so she could ‘feel’.
Love, Renee
Your story has a beautiful ebb and flow. I can hear waves and the drunken laughter of tourists. May she stay sober in her isolation.
I believe she will, but I hope she finds someone to love her. I really do.
Dear Renee,
Tricia has done the right thing by changing playgrounds and playmates, hasn’t she? Lovely, peaceful story. A step 12 piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Your genre made me chuckle. 😉
It’s the genre I like most of all. Giggle..
Dear Rochelle,
I do indeed believe she’s done the right thing. She misses her past life, but she doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Most especially herself.
Love, Renee
Nice story. Glad she’s okay now and it seems like she will be. Thanks, Renee.
She’ll never be okay. She’ll always be a little broken. But where better to be broken than by the ocean?
Love, Renee
Achingly well-written.
Oh honey, thank you.
Love, Renee
Love the descriptions in this – licking sea, rum soaked bodies. Hope Tricia keeps finding the peace her move has given her.
I hope she does also, and I hope those that she left behind feel peace too.
Love, Renee
A sad but hopeful story. Just like Renee’s situation I guess. She’s paying a price for her peace and for her sobriety. It’s always so. I think she’ll do ok.
Marg
It is very hopeful, for everyone involved. She paid a high price by leaving but so did the others that she left behind.She’ll be okay because she has something to prove.
Love, Renee