Today’s positive…watching the sun set in a bright red sky tonight signalling another warm day tomorrow. Love summer!
Today’s positive…when you spend most of your day in an air-conditioned office it is so nice to head outside for a short break and feel the sunshine warm your body. A perfect day in Sydney.
Today’s positive…Mondayitis bigtime today, but managed to get my MS sumission for the RWA Emerald Award in on time tonight. Fingers crossed.
Today’s positive…once in a while a movie comes along where you want to just stay in your seat and watch it again. Bohemian Rhapsody is like that. A feast for your senses. Awesome sound and great acting. Took me back down memory lane to my first album bought as a young teenager. Loved every minute.
The pavement rushed towards Angie’s face like an overnight intercity train. Last sound she heard was when her skull cracked; last thing she remembered was seeing three colours, red, blue and green. It was also what her facial bruising looked like over the next couple of weeks. First blood red, then the bluish tint and finally greenish. Not at all flattering.
Angie could live with the unflattering look, but hated her lost hour before stacking it and waking up in the hospital bed, dressed in white cotton; a stark contrast to her blood-stained face.
‘Good to see you are back with us, Angie’ the nurse approached her, exhausted eyes belying a face showing teeth from ear to ear.
‘Where am I?’ Angie whispered, her throat full of sandpaper.
‘You are in Merryvale Hospital. You fell and hit your head on the pavement. I believe a waiter from the Windsor cafe tended to you and organised the ambulance,’
‘I remember nothing,’ voice cracking with panic. What had she been doing in Windsor? Knew no one there other than an ex boyfriend; a real pain in the arse, in fact borderline stalker material.
‘It’s normal Angie. Your memory will come back in time. Relax and rest up now,’ the nurse assured her.
Her head spun sending nauseous waves up her whole body. The nurse passed a bowl just seconds before Angie’s stomach broke. It was lighter after. The bowl was not.
After a few days of bland hospital food and noisy cleaning machines waking everyone up at 5am, she eagerly returned home. Non the wiser as to her lost hour, she rummaged her handbag for clues. Receipts, train tickets. All pointed to her trip to Windsor. But why? She emptied her bag, but it still felt heavy. Something in the inside zippered pocket. ‘WTF!’ Angie slumped on the bed staring at the small black gun in her hand.
Angie’s memory never returned. Neither did her ex boyfriend.
Maybe a lost hour is best staying lost.
Today’s positive…sometimes a bit of retail therapy goes a long way. New clothes and makeup cheers up any girl 🙂
Today’s positive…I can’t believe over 280 beautiful beings are now following my site.
Thank you so much to every single one of you who take an interest, for the likes and comments. I am truly humbled 💗💗💗
Today’s positive…feeling quite good about where I’m at. Sometimes all it takes is acceptance to lift the cloud and allow you to move on with a positive mind.
Today’s positive…love it when my writing gets me so into my characters that I fully feel their emotions. Does that happen to you too?
Today’s positive…after a busy day working and dinner out with good friends I am glad I have a comfy bed to hop into. It is time to relax and recharge.