Writing was a struggle this weekend, and so is blogging today. I’m pushing myself on the WIP, but I’m taking the easy road out here.For some good blog reads, I highly recommend “I’m Not” by Amy at Just a Titch, found via Lindsay at Birdykins: Fly. Crash. Repeat. As for me, I’m going to share an excerpt of a future work in progress. Enjoy!
Chelsea sat on the beach and listened to the waves rushing onto shore. The tide was low, and the water frigid, but the sky danced in color. Blue, grey, purple, and gold. She couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful last day.
Chelsea listened to the sound of her own breathing, felt her chest expand and contract. She had a sense of herself here that she’d never had anywhere else, and she hated to give that up. But the summer had ended, and it was time to go home. She would return to the States and find a real job. A real life. A real love?
She had her doubts about all three.
But she’d had doubts about Spain too, she reminded herself. Doubts about Alejandro. And look how wrong she’d been.
Saying goodbye to Alejo would be the hardest part. If he even let her, that is. Chelsea wondered if he would make it back — from wherever he’d run away to — in time to see her off. If not, she could always write to him once she was home. But she didn’t think that she would.
With a soft sigh and a heavy heart, Chelsea picked up her sandals and stood. She wiggled her toes in the sand. She hoped that at least a few grains would stick, and return with her to Pennsylvania, because they were the only things that could.