No hot sun welcomed her as she rolled her lumbering suitcase along the dull grey tarmac. Waiting for a taxi gave her too much time to reminisce. She would miss the island; so many great evenings spent dancing with the locals, and those fantastic afternoons trying out the best restaurants. Still, holidays make memories but her life was no less filled with joy. She could get back to her faithful cat and catch up with friends; work wasn’t too bad when the boss wasn’t breathing down her neck! She enjoyed her everyday life, but she really would miss that sun.
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Especially when there wasn’t much of it around these parts. 😦 This takes me back, Fi, think I need to book a holiday on an island and dance with some locals. 🙂
Yes I want to book a great island holiday and hunt out that illusive sun 🙂
Having just come back from Northern Cyprus, this has made me think of the memories I made. A lovely piece that feels rounded. After all, we can’t be on holiday all the time!
Glad it brought back some happy memories 🙂