Clear Sailing Ahead
Out here, with the waves and the wind, I was no longer the poor widow. I wasn’t just that lady everyone felt sorry for. “Did you hear what happened to her family?” they would whisper as I walked by. I don’t know which I hated more; their pity or their moral superiority.
At first I felt crushed with fear, like I was underwater and drowning. It was hard to think or even take a breath. Family and friends tried to be supportive, but they didn’t understand. How could they, when I didn’t even understand? I had to get away, to think. I turned on the laptop and there was the picture of our dream, my dream – the sailboat.
It had to be a sign. It had to mean something. Suddenly I felt a clarity that I hadn’t felt in years. I call Renee and listed the house. It felt crazy, but I knew it was the right decision. My brother told me not to make any big decisions right now, but he couldn’t understand. This was the perfect time. I jumped into action; cleaning out the house, selling and donating everything.
Renee came by with a young couple and they loved it. They oohed and ahhhed at every room, envisioning their future. I knew that my future was now somewhere else.
Renee called a few hours later; the offer was good so I accepted it. It was final now. I had just cut the last ties to my past. I got in the car and drove south, with no destination in mind. I don’t even remember driving; I just knew I had to get away, to begin again, somewhere. I needed gas so I got off the main road, and there it was. The boat, the exact boat from my laptop picture. I couldn’t help myself; I pulled the car over. She was so beautiful.
I heard someone clear his throat behind me. “She’s for sale, are you interested?”
“Yes!” I could see my future and it was clear sailing ahead.
thats 397 words for those who were counting - Wish me luck!