Today’s daily prompt: Sparkling or Still
What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.
As with all things, a healthy mix of moderation would suit me best. My agenda for a perfect day off would be:
- Sleep in (latest 11:30 am)
- Go for brunch
- Something thrilling- skydiving, bungee jumping, roller coaster park, etc.
- Happy hour- some appetizers and drinks, time to reconnect and socialize
- Something chill- order pizza and have a movie night with sweatpants
Gotta throw in some kind of physical activity in there. Working in an office every day can brainwash you into believing that you are too tired from sitting all day.
My short story series, inspired by NaNoWriMo/NaBloPoMo and the daily prompt.
“My man, Connor! Long time no see, dude!”
The high school reunion party was in full swing by the time Connor and Samantha entered the crowded bar. Loud laughter and chatter harmonized with the clinking noise of filled glasses. Within moments of stepping inside, Bradley and Connor made eye contact like a pair of soul mates. Connor saw that Bradley maintained his stocky build and love for plaid shirts. If it weren’t for his beard, he would’ve looked exactly the same as he did five years ago.
“How have you been, man? You look good.”
“I’ve been great. Grew a beard, as you can see. No beard for you?”
Connor laughed. “No beard for me.”
“You came here by yourself?”
Connor looked over his shoulder to realize Samantha had already disappeared somewhere else. “Uh, I came with Samantha, actually. Remember her?”
Bradley scratched his beard. “Samantha… the one who published that book, right?”
“Cool. How long have you guys been together for?”
Connor’s conversation with Stevie flashed through his mind and he suddenly found it tiring to smile. “We’re just friends.”
“Oh sorry, my bad.”
Conversation fizzled out slowly as the two former best friends ran out of common topics. Aside from talking about the crazy stunts they pulled in high school, Bradley didn’t seem too interested in talking about university or work. He talked a lot about his beard, though.
The next person Connor ran into was Avery. They broke up shortly after senior year when they realized he would be moving to New Jersey and she would be staying behind in Seattle. Her blonde hair was still curled to stiff perfection, but her face looked pumper. He also noticed a twinkling ring on her left hand.
“I recently got engaged!”
Connor gave her a hug, expecting it to feel awkward but instead he felt nothing- no jealousy, bitterness, or even curiosity at whom her fiancé was. It was then he noticed Avery was wearing less makeup. Her eyes didn’t pop out as much and her lips lost the alluring cherry-pink tint it used to have, but her smile still lit up her face. For a split second, Connor wondered if he had ever seen Avery with no makeup on during the time they were dating. Probably not.
For the rest of the night, Connor fluttered from group to group and person to person. It was amazing how some people seemed to change drastically and how some people were the same as he remembered. He found himself enjoying conversations between people he had never spoken to before. He found out that Mike Kim, the international student from Korea, now attends Harvard and is working towards a degree in architecture. Mia Bermann, the lead actress in every high school musical production now works as a ballet instructor. The guys from the volleyball team were working on an entertainment start-up. More and more, Connor learned more about his graduate class in a thirty-minute conversation than he ever knew during the five years they studied together in high school.
“I remember you. You used to host awesome parties. You must party hard at Princeton, huh?”
Connor shook his head. “No, don’t have a lot of time to party anymore.”
The thought of Princeton made him want to find Samantha. He had no idea where she went off to, but Connor hadn’t seen her all night.
As if right on cue, Samantha’s brown ponytail brushed past him. Connor excused himself to the person he was talking to and followed the ponytail to another side of the bar.
“Hey, found you!”
Samantha spun around, cheeks flushed and a drink in her hand. “Hey, how’s it going so far? Did you get a chance to talk to Bradley yet?”
“Yeah, we talked the minute I came in.”
Connor ran his hand through his hair. For some reason, he felt tired. He didn’t feel it earlier, but now that he was talking to Samantha, all he wanted to do was go back to his sofa in New Jersey. The music and the talking echoed in his ears, making his head hurt. He felt like he would much rather be in the library with only the quiet tapping of Samantha’s laptop in the background.
“You drank, right? Do you need a ride home?”
Connor pointed a finger at the drink in her hands, ignoring the observation that his words were slurring. “You’re drinking right now.”
A grin crept onto Connor’s face even though he felt immensely sleepy. That was such a Samantha thing to do: order a non-alcoholic drink at a bar.
“Let’s go, drunkard.”
Connor let Samantha pull him out of the party. He felt like anywhere she took him would be fine by him.
To be continued…