The commute to the hospital took about an hour. He got mixed reactions to this. Some made it sound like it was the worst thing in the world. A great way to waste a large part of his life. Others said it wasn't so bad. A few said it was...

Her first instinct was to buy Jim Beam like old times. She couldn't remember when she drank it last. Theo nly kind of whiskey she drank these days were single malt. She'd drink it neat, no ice or anything else: the scotch alone. She learned this from Imogen's ex brother...

He saw the timer on the dryer. 23 minutes. He had started a cycle for 45 minutes. So it had only been about 22 minutes since he began cleaning. He was surprised by how much he had gotten done. Some dishes, vacuuming, tidying up here and there. This made him...

rewrite of: on her way to visiting a high school friend Yours Truly

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There was snow, but not like she remembered growing up. Her memories of Decembers were whiter than Decembers today. Her mind pictured weeks, sometimes months, of total whiteness enveloping...

There was snow, but not like she remembered growing up. She remembered  snow coming in December and staying for weeks. That never happened anymore. She wondered whether this was actually how it was, or if her memory was romanticizing the past. It was possible that she remembered the snowy days...

McKayla had always wanted to move to  New York . This desire she kept at bay. Deep down she knew the city would break her. It was a place where everything was monetized. To have fun in the city and live a good life you needed money.

She didn't have money...

This airport felt drab. She remembered how she felt at the airport near Westcity felt. More exciting. Running away from the cafe and Imogen. All of her responsibilities.

When she had ample time before boarding time she thought about getting a book from the store. Instead she decided to get caught...

When security finally did open the man looked around embarrassed. He looked like he forgot to shave and didn't put deodorant on that day.

"Mmm sorry, miss," he said. "Do you mind just pretending to go through security? We didn't actually... We don't actually have the equipment working yet."

McKayla thought this...

There was a new cafe in another town far far away. If this other cafe had an online presence then Imogen Howe might've learned about it from all the time she was now spending online. However this other cafe didn't post on social media. They weren't on Instagram sharing photos...

Nobody had heard from McKayala after she had left for her vacation. Imogen texted a few times, got no reply. She didn't know if she should continue pinging or leaving her old friend alone.

McKayla was silent on social media as well. "Who disappears like that?" Imogen thought, " I hope...