The sailors had been ferrying people from the port to The Picnic Island for several years. The decks had seen a lot of partying and merrymaking, as they sailed on choppy seas in the dark, and brought back the revellers safely to the shore.
Very few stopped to notice a forlorn-looking waitress, with empty eyes, serving the guests. She stopped by, observing a few carefully, and then, quickly slunk away into oblivion. She was not pretty enough to attract attention, or ensure repeat business, but her solid dedication had helped her in retaining the job, for ten years, now.
Her deep, dark eyes searched for the one, who had announced their break-up on the island, a decade ago, and disappeared, leaving her behind. She could have easily travelled back home, but stayed back in the hope, that he would return some day.
Inspired by FFAWC – 97th Challenge – Week of January 10,2017
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Hopefully, she finds something better to do.
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Awww, I hope her wish comes true and he returns or she finds someone better.
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Thanks!
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Sweet and sad. Nicely done.
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Very sad! She is waiting for her love to return. I can’t help but feel very sorry for her. Touching story, Reena!
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Thank you! She needs to break the mental shackles. We call it love, but it is a desire to possess or repossess someone. Love can remain, even while leading your own life.
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You’re right! It isn’t healthy to want to possess someone.
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Touching story of not being able to move on, very tragic. Well written.
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Thank you, Iain! Many of us are in similar mental ruts, looking for lost love or something else that is unattainable. The key to life is moving on…..
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