Day 69: Tales Of Rain Soaked Life And Mystery Shopping Plans
Day 69: Tales Of Rain Soaked Life And Mystery Shopping Plans
Day 69 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
Waking up today felt different. (And no, not because it’s day 69 and there is no sixty-nining to speak of!!)
I mean, it was still my bed, my body, my pyjamas. And yes, the rain had returned and engulfed Melbourne’s beautiful weekend plans. But that wasn’t anything unusual.
I could handle the rain.
At least, with all my mounting suspicions and disappointment in my friends, the rain seemed the least of my problems.
I climbed out of bed, pulled on my sweats and headed straight out the door for a walk. I didn’t care that the beads of rain pooled on my brow, or that one step in a puddle soaked my runners and socks.
The harder it rained, the more empowered I felt to continue. To not let the weather ruin me.
But when I got home, I saw the state of my runners. They were starting to smell they were so wet. Like someone had left the dregs of cast wine in a glass for five days. It was toxic.
I immediately took the pair to the outside bin and flung them in. I didn’t have money for any new ones, though. Hopefully, a trip to the op shop later next week would fix that.
I came back inside and saw James sitting at the desk. He was peaceful for a Saturday, considering the weather calamity happening outside.
“Working today?”
He nodded. “Well, more moving money around. Wet outside, huh?”
“Sure is.”
I couldn’t explain why I dared venture outside, knowing full well I would end up a drowned rat. So, like all my friends lately, I didn’t offer an explanation at all.
“Had to throw my runners out, it was that bad.”
“Why don’t we go shopping for a pair tomorrow?”
I didn’t have any plans, and it would be nice to spend the day with James. Like the old days. Before all this tension started looming across our friendship.
“Yeah, sounds good. Chaddy?”
“That would be ideal if we could do Chaddy, actually. Two birds.”
And, of course, James didn’t tell me what else he had in mind. I would find out, in some twenty-four hours, I mused.
I stripped off and got in the hot shower. I found myself using the frosted glass as a makeshift whiteboard, writing down all my thoughts and questions I didn’t have answered. There were so many, the shower screen was full.
Something was still amiss at 1 Lovelock Drive.
For the life of me, I wanted to know what it was.
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