Senseless rambling
I thought of writing a story once about four girlfriends who take a vacation to Scotland.
They hire a native guide - a nice looking young Scot at that - to take them deep into the forest to an ancient stone cottage they've leased for their holiday, and each woman experiences a different soul changing event on the trip.
This is purely fiction of course, because everyone knows four women couldn't get along for any period of time without some crap getting started. But that's another story.
I digress.
As they plod through the forest following the guide, one of the women, the quietest, most sensitive of the group, begins to hang back. She starts to enjoy the way the ground feels under her feet, the way the bark of the trees feels under her fingers. The air smells alive; it's more satisfying, like she's finally getting enough to breathe for the first time in her life. Everyone's laughing and chatting ahead of her like they always do, but she doesn't mind. She hopes they don't notice.
But someone always notices, don't they?
They hire a native guide - a nice looking young Scot at that - to take them deep into the forest to an ancient stone cottage they've leased for their holiday, and each woman experiences a different soul changing event on the trip.
This is purely fiction of course, because everyone knows four women couldn't get along for any period of time without some crap getting started. But that's another story.
I digress.
As they plod through the forest following the guide, one of the women, the quietest, most sensitive of the group, begins to hang back. She starts to enjoy the way the ground feels under her feet, the way the bark of the trees feels under her fingers. The air smells alive; it's more satisfying, like she's finally getting enough to breathe for the first time in her life. Everyone's laughing and chatting ahead of her like they always do, but she doesn't mind. She hopes they don't notice.
But someone always notices, don't they?
posted by Cas at 8:06 PM
2 Comments:
AND??? Next chapter please!!!!
Sometimes it never feels like anyone pays attention to the quiet ones. But I know you've heard the saying "watch out for the quiet ones". Someone is always paying attention to them, even though they don't act like it.
Now I want to know the rest of this story, too!
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