The Long Winding Road

I was convinced I was going to die there. There. In the middle of nowhere. No way of letting anyone know where I’d gone or why. No reception to phone for help. No map to find my way home. No one will ever find me here, I thought as I pressed my head against the steering wheel. Oh why did I decide to be spontaneous? What was wrong with good old boring, never taking risks me?

Whoosh.The car shuttered.

She smiles triumphantly

No one’s home tonight- that means she won’t be forced to eat dinner. She smiles triumphantly as she walks into the living room and turns on TV. Her stomach rumbles. She’s not hungry though- it’d be silly if she were; she’d just eaten eight hours ago. Such a big meal it was too- half an apple and a yoghurt. She’s going to turn into a glutton.

Mary Got Hit By Lightning

“Did you hear Mary down the road got hit by lightning?”
I nearly choke on my coffee. “Oh my god, is she okay?” I have no idea who Mary Down the Road is. I don’t know who this shopkeeper is either, but this is the first thing he says as he checks my items at the till.
“Ah yeah, sure she’s grand. She was doing yoga”.

Tea With A Stranger

Never underestimate the kindness of strangers; if there’s one thing I’ve learned this past week, it’s that. The other day, as I trudged through the pouring rain towards the city centre, I couldn’t help but notice a man sitting outside my favourite café.