No Going Back
“I’ve got an afternoon planned of sightseeing, watching the sea, and collecting shells. See? Someone’s already here to hurry me along!”
My roommate narrowed her eyes with a smile, wished me a pleasant trip, and gave me a few parting reminders before hanging up.
Cradling the bouquet, I inhaled deeply and gazed into the distance.
The young tour guide’s name was Samantha, a local from the town.
She was only a year younger than me, yet her spirit felt far lighter, like an innocent child.
For instance, she had picked flowers her mother had grown, offering them to me as if they were treasure. Then, she pulled me away from the “scene of the crime” in a quick getaway.