There is so much parking space, but she is not in her car today.
Delicious lunch in a small cafe, buying a glamor magazine and an intellectual book from the roadside vendor, followed by a lazy afternoon in the salon getting a facial done is her idea of pure bliss.
The road still looks deserted at 4 pm. She hails a cab to visit the club where she has put up her discarded belongings for sale.
Minimalism is letting go – shedding burdens to enjoy what you truly love doing. The world may see her as a hedonist. Who cares, anyway?
Written for Friday Fictioneers