Day Thirty-one: Friend


It was colder than anyone would like for Halloween, but that’s what you get for living in the Midwest. Parker could recall a few Halloween’s from her his childhood where there were multiple feet of snow on the ground so trick or treating was mostly kids in snow suits with masks or crowns on and parents miserable as ever. But that’s also why he and Beatrice had planned a costume that allowed them to wear long johns beneath their jeans and as many layers as they desired under their pastel sweatshirts.

However the large cardboard piece dangling from the chain on his neck was a bit more cumbersome than he had anticipated. It was difficult enough to cut out the half of a heart with a jagged center out of thick cardboard, but then wearing it all night, bumping into everyone and making holding a drink a task in and of itself was not as fun as the idea had been when they thought it up.

Behind him he heard some guy yell over the music to Beatrice, “What exactly are you supposed to even be?” And they had heard it enough all night that Parker knew without Beatrice even having to shout over to him, he turned and stood right next to her friend. With their hips locked to each other they took their outside hands and held up their respective cardboard heart pieces, and their jagged edges aligned perfectly. On the front for everyone to read was “Best Friends” across the now put together heart and both of them were grinning ear to ear with their pride at their costume.

The guy however seemed only moderately impressed, he gave a slow nod and a soft “oh” before back peddling away. But before they could lower their necklaces a group of girls dressed up like the Powerpuff Girls ran over and started complimenting their costume & going on and on about how they loved it. Parker caught Beatrice’s eyes and they scrunched their faces up at each other, once again so happy at their decision to do a paired costume.



Day Thirty: Wreck. 


As her leg bounced up and down on the leg of the stool it reverberated against the desk causing a sort of ‘click-click-click’ as a count down to the deadline that loomed ever near. Dasha had been gathering research and sources for this piece for over three weeks, and she knew she had collected some good stuff, but since she was forever shit at making actual outlines here she was with just hours left till her article was due and still staring at a mostly blank screen.

Normally the thrill of a deadline narrowing in on Dasha thrilled her, and made her writing more poignant, but she had felt off her game all week and now it was making her a total wreck. Looking over what she had put down already once more, then her notes again, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to ten. When she opened her eyes again, hands already placed upon the keyboard, she just smiled and started typing as fast as her hand would allow her to keep up with her mind.  


Day Twenty-nine: Surprise 


“What if I told you that I booked us a week long get away?” Ben asked over his sky blue coffee mug.

Suzy whipped down the paper she was currently reading and gave him a wide eyed look of shock. “Say what now?”

Following her lead Ben set down his cup and repeated himself, “I booked us a week long get away, at that desert resort you’ve been looking at for months.” She gave him an even more confused look so he waved jazz hands in the air and sang, “Surprise!”

That made her lip quirk up on the left side and her eyes soften enough to let him know she wasn’t really mad. “Not that I don’t love the idea, trust me I really do, but how far in advance did you do this? So I can give work a heads up.”

He shook his head and leaned forward half way across the table with a wide grin, “All of that is already taken care of. I called Libby and got it all taken care of at work for you.” Suzy gave an impressed nod at his gumption and planning. “We leave as soon as you’re done today.”

Back when they started dating they used to take spur of the moment trips all the time, Ben thrived off of the last minute decisions and no plans kind of life, but Suzy had taken some getting used to it. She enjoyed a well thought out itinerary and scheduled adventure, but he was slowly bringing out a new side to her.

It’s been awhile since they had had been able to indulge in this sort of thing, growing up and into careers and a regularly maintained life left little room for random adventures. And after a rough couple of months for both of them at their jobs, leaving them barely any time to see each other, Ben knew they needed it. So he took a week to take up Suzy’s mantle and plan them a little get away and made sure to cover all the bases she would worry about.

A few moments of quiet passed between them and he knew she was running a mental pros and cons list and trying to make sure that there was in fact nothing that needed her immediate attention. But when she realized that if he had taken care of work then she didn’t have much else to question, so she returned a wide grin to him and said, “Then I’d say, fantastic.”


Day Twenty-eight: Burn. 

The heat should be unbearable at this close of range, but oddly enough Zeke didn’t feel much of anything. For the last few hours he bad been slowly adding page after page and picture after picture to the metal trash can before him. Year’s worth of correspondence and memories he had shares with what he thought was his best friend. But now as he sat and watched all evidence of it burn up, he felt almost more relief than total sadness. Take knew he was hurt and he was mad, but those feelings can only inhabit your body for so long before they totally take a toll. So instead of wallowing in negative feelings and thoughts he decided to be proactive and erase what he could. Get rid of it and move on to what could only be better. 


Day Twenty-seven: Creepy


It looked like Nessa’s blind date was choosing to just not show up. She had arrived barely on time (her specialty) but was still sitting alone slowly stirring the ice around her drink thirty minutes later. The restaurant was a moderate size, with a long ball along the right side as you walked in and a neatly organized floor filled with booths and tables far enough a way that nobody felt crowded, but spaced to fit as many customers as possible.

She had watched people file in and out, meet for dates or for get togethers or a after work drink, all while tucked in the front corner by the window alone. Luckily the waiter hadn’t given her any sad looks or offered to pay for her drink in pity, so she would could that as a win. As she was about to down the last of her beverage she caught sight of a couple people standing at the bar.

To most people it would seem like they were together, chatting friendly enough, but Nessa could identify the woman’s posture as uncomfortable from a mile away. She had been in that situation more times than she cared to keep track of and could tell the tense shoulders  and itch to back away in any direction. And the guy was completely oblivious to how creepy and aggressive he was being, leaning more and more into her space, buying her another drink when she tried politely decline.

Without hesitation Nessa downed the rest of her drink, left a nice tip on the table, and then made her way over to the bar. She made sure to approach them as if she had just walked in the door and snuck up next to the woman and placed a hand on the back of her chair, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I’m late. Work emergency kept me late, and then I hit some hella annoying traffic.”

Both people turned to her, the man immediately annoyed at her intrusion, but the woman gave her a grateful smile and knew to play along right away. She waved a hand at Nessa and said, “Oh don’t worry, I’m just glad you made it. It’s been to long since we caught up!” Then she turned to the man, “Sorry if you don’t mind, my friend has arrived.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. Well I’ll just let you go, you’re welcome for the drink.” he mumbled as he slowly pulled away from the bar, unsure where exactly he was to go now.

Again Nessa and the woman locked eyes and shared an understanding before she kindly said, “Uh huh, have a nice night.”

He wasn’t sure what to do with this reaction so he just nodded his head and backed away, then moved on to the other end of the bar. When he was gone the woman apologized and offered to buy Nessa a drink for the save and since her blind date had ditched out and she had no other plans she accepted.


Day Twenty-six: Box 

Bonnie sat and glared at the object taking up residence at the center of her counter. It had arrived three days ago, just sitting on her doorstep when she got home from work. No return address or postage so it hasn’t been delivered by anyone other than the sender. 

She had automatic assumptions about who could have placed the mystery box upon her porch, but she knew she couldn’t confirm her suspicions if she just kept living her life in avoidance of it. Taking A sip of her wine she set down the glass and walked around the kitchen island to grab a scissors to cut through the tape. 

Reaching out her fingers wrapped around the edges of the small, plain cardboard box and slid it closer to her. It was slightly smaller than a shoe box in length but just as deep so it could hold a good pile of things. Putting it off for a few seconds more Bonnie tapped her fingers on the top, the sound a bit hallow letting her know it wasn’t filled to the brim. 

With a deep breath she lifts the scissors and bends the hands all the way out, creating a knife to slice through the last barrier between her and the inside contents. The three sides give away with ease and quickly all she has to do is slide her fingers beneath the tabs and lift. 


Day Twenty-five: Tired. 


Over confidence was normally not a trait Penelope embodied, but she had been sure that given her talent for running on little to no sleep she wouldn’t have to worry about jet lag upon landing in Paris. She’d even managed to grab a small couple hour nap on the plan, so she figured she would be golden to make it until the end of the night no problem.

However on the cab ride to the hotel it hit her like a cold wind on the neck after you’ve just chopped off a bunch of hair. She was thankful that Ivan offered to get them all checked in at the desk, because all she wanted to do was drop to the floor and pass out. Tired wasn’t even a concept to her, she was beyond tired, beyond even exhausted somehow.

And the worst part was she knew that they needed to go and eat before they even considered taking any sort of nap. Luckily Ivan was not yet affected by this horrid effect and he had spotted a little cafe not more than a block from their hotel on the ride in. So once they got into their room, dropped off the bags, splashed some water on Penelope’s face they headed off to grab a quick bite to eat.

The food helped, she felt a small amount of life come back into her at least, enough to agree with Ivan when he suggested a walk around the area. The weather was perfect for a brisk walk through the smaller streets just off the common tourist areas. They could see the tall spire of the Eiffel Tower, but they knew they would have plenty of time to see her in all her glory in the next week they were staying.

Ivan was fluent in French so occasionally when they passed people speaking to each other he would translate for her as they walked hand in hand down and back up the streets. After a while the pick-me-up from the food began to fade and Penelope could barely keep her eyes open. She spoke softly and asked Ivan to walk them back to the hotel so she could crash.

She doesn’t remember much of arriving back at the hotel other than Ivan taking her coat and shoes off for her and tucking her into the plush bed. Thirteen hours later she woke up to the heavy breathing of his deep slumber and the sun was already high in the sky. It might be a late start to the day for them, but she didn’t think the magic of Paris was specific to a certain time of day.