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“I know it’s been a hard road. Sometimes people just get really wound up in their work. It isn’t personal.” 

Tabitha nodded, half listening, knowing that wasn’t it. 

“They’ll come around,” her assistant assured her. 

Tabitha slipped her feet from the silky, amaranth shaded heels, to reveal pressure marks of a similar color. Moving, dangerously cinematically towards the far window, she paused in silence, looking out at the smog covered bay.

“Are you okay?” her assistant called after a painful bout of awkward silence, “Feeling lonely again?”

Tabitha’s eyes narrowed onto a small, canary yellow sail attached to the top of a boat in the harbor. Something about it pulled her back into memory. She smiled as if unlocking a great secret.

“Yes. But I realize it wasn’t them I was missing.” Tabitha called. “It was me.” 

-b 

June 26, 2020

Photo Credit: Jessie Brown