“Let’s dance!” Two words that are guaranteed to send slivers of ice shuddering down my spine. They are usually shouted by an extrovert with a look of glee in there eyes that shall forever more remain alien to me. I lock a rictus grin on my face and follow the group onto the dancefloor, praying for it to be so crowded there won’t be much space to move. Then follows an hour of mindnumbingly repetitive movements of the body, which I pretend are inspired by the awful music blaring from the speakers. Sometimes, I can manage to send myself into a numb trance through these movements. This helps to make the time pass quicker.
Today’s Daily Prompt:
I’m at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches my eye. It’s a bottle – and yes, it contains a message…
Imagine my horror when I realize it’s from my mother! How could she have arranged this? I didn’t tell her what resort I was going to, and I only decided to come to this beach this morning. Is she here, or is she spying on me somehow?
I should have just torn up the piece of paper, but I was unable to steer myself away from the inevitable onslaught of guilt and disparagement.
“Hello, dearest”, the note read. “I’ll bet you’re surprised to see this! Did you really think there is any place on this planet that would conceal you from your mother? Foolish girl!