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.
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16 comments:

  1. Bekkie SanchezDecember 20, 2015 at 12:27:00 PM EST

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

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  2. JBinford-BellDecember 20, 2015 at 1:56:00 PM EST

    Very nicely done.

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  3. KayDecember 20, 2015 at 4:44:00 PM EST

    sweet!!

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  4. FireblossomDecember 20, 2015 at 5:52:00 PM EST

    Bekkie is right, I think!

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  5. The Blog of BeeDecember 20, 2015 at 6:29:00 PM EST

    I like this take! Flying? Take the Xanax!

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  6. Kathe W.December 20, 2015 at 9:22:00 PM EST

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

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  7. AnonymousDecember 23, 2015 at 12:16:00 PM EST

    acknowledgement the cure for love....

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    1. AgincourtdbDecember 23, 2015 at 6:24:00 PM EST

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

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  8. KathleenDecember 26, 2015 at 2:41:00 PM EST

    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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  9. Carrie Van HornDecember 30, 2015 at 6:51:00 PM EST

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

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