Gwen has a new favourite lunch spot. The caff’s owner makes divine eggs and it’s a favourite with the uniformed police.
She spots Amy at one of the outside tables. They’ve talked a few times and she hopes they’ll become friends.
‘What’s with the gloomy face, Ames?’
‘You know when you did the best you could and it still wasn’t enough?’
Gwen does but she can hardly admit it. Too many awkward questions and she can’t trust Amy. Not yet.
‘That’s the kind of day I’ve been having.’
‘Nightmare, Ames. Wanna tell me?’
Making a cop friend definitely trumps work.
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Gwen’s back – you’ll find all her previous stories listed in order on the Serials page.
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For me, the feeling is beyond frustrating. At times, I want to explode.
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amen to that!
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It’s taking me a long, long, long time to learn to ruminate less. I tend to look back and ask – what went wrong? Should I have done more? Said more? Done differently? Said different things? And it’s been eating me up inside (because I rarely explode…I turn inwards, close all gates). I’m slowly, slowly learning to let go. I give it my best shot and then learn to let go.
Great write, Sonya! 🙂
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