Home For The Holidays



The boarding announcement crackled over the loudspeaker, telling her it was time to get in line, time to go through security, time to take the Xanax.

He'd been more silent than usual, but while staring over her shoulder at something undefined in the middle distance he managed, "So I guess I'll miss you."

"Oh?" She hadn't really heard it, not while concentrating on searching the bottom of her bag for tissues. But then it sunk in, and she looked up, and caught his eye and smiled. "I'll miss you too." She felt as if, suddenly, she didn't need the Xanax.

18 comments:

  1. Save that Xanax for another time my friend it will be needed again. Lol!

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  2. I like this take! Flying? Take the Xanax!

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  3. everyone is taking this image to so many different directions! Well done!

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  4. acknowledgement the cure for love....

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    1. Ok, I don't know what that means, but thanks for reading! :)

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  5. Sassy ending! Love it. Why is it so hard for us to be vulnerable to speak our truth when love hovers? Such a universal dilemma!

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  6. Home for the Holidays always does include general fiction and Xanax. :-))

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