She inhaled the sea wind. The sands were soft on her feet. Afternoon sun was ebbing away, giving her a tangerine glow
When I saw her, she was bouyed by the place's serenity. It is not often that the company is spending money for an out of the city management conference.
"Have a good night, Vangie", I smiled at her. "Don't forget to set your alarm at 7:00 for breakfast tomorrow."
"Yes, I will".
I was chatting with another guest, when far away an interrupted cry was heard. We ran to Vangie's room. She came out, deflated jellyfish with arms blanket-wrapped.
"Can you please call the doctor?".
She had vomitted the "fresh" clams that she bought from the fisherman with a boat that afternoon.
She missed the day's conference & went home. She left her sandy collection of sea shells & coral stones.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. This is a flash fiction of 144 words with the line:
When far away an interrupted cry
taken from the poem acquainted with the night by Robert Frost.
Oh... with all the beauty and the company offering everything ends with those clams ... I feel sorry for her, but it will be a good story for years to come.
ReplyDeleteWhat a disappointment those "fresh" clams were...poor Vangie.
ReplyDeleteWhat a bummer for her Grace, she must have been so disappointed...
ReplyDeletedo not eat shell fish...i once had to go to emergency after a reaction myself...bkm
ReplyDeleteOh my. She went from buoyed to sunk. Bummer.
ReplyDeleteThe 'crisis' in the story isn't extreme which I enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteGood one, Grace!
ReplyDeleteFrom elation to deflation in two "not-so-neat" acts. I enjoyed the descriptions and felt bad for poor Vangie.
ReplyDeletePoor lady - she deserved a better time than that. I'm careful with seafood...
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