Tingling wasnt the only odd sensation she felt. Everything looked different. Colors were brighter, more vivid, and she saw flashes of light and movement in the corners of her vision. Concerned that these apparitions were a result of smacking her head on the floor, she decided to visit the doctor later in the day if the situation didnt improve. Her forehead was noticeably swollen and bruised, and she was thankful she wore her hair in bangs.
The workday progressed with its normal dull routine up to lunchtime. Tara pulled her purse from her drawer and turned down her computer. Her coworker looked up from a document she was perusing.
Where are you going so early? Brenda asked. Its not your lunchtime yet.
Tara started to argue, then looked at her clock.
Its only eleven, Brenda said, and Tara saw she was right.
My morning work is done. Usually when that happens its time for lunch. How did I get finished so quickly? Tara looked around her desk, expecting to see something shed missed, but it was true, all her reports were finished, emails were sent and phone calls returned.
Im going to lunch, anyway. Im starving, Tara said. It would make for a long afternoon, but she didnt care. She grabbed her sandwich and apple and went outside to sit at the employee picnic table, which was thankfully empty.
Looking around, she marveled at the vibrant colors. She closed her eyes and listened, tuning in to every sound. How had she not noticed how many birds sang each day? The scent of the water and the sea breeze filled her nostrils, stronger than she ever remembered. She smiled, letting the sun caress her face. A small spark of joy lit her soul and she savored the moment, remembering when she used to take pleasure from times like this every day. Since the Divorce from Hell, nothing was able to stir her heart. She moved through her days like a marionette, doing what was expected of her and little more.
This beauty was why shed moved down here with Karl three years ago when he got that wonderful job. They both thought the area would make a great home. Shed done a bit of research and found many top-rated schools and the size and value of home they could afford was excellent. Sure, the summers were hot, but winter in Florida was paradise. It seemed like a dream come true.
Unfortunately, after one year of heaven, the economy took a downturn and Karl was laid off shortly thereafter. He turned out to have little motivation and was perfectly content to collect unemployment and stay home and drink beer and watch television while they lived off her salary and drained their savings account.
His unemployment benefits ran out soon and they were forced to sell their perfect little home and move into a small rental. Though Tara begged Karl to take some type of job, he insisted nothing was good enough for him. He was waiting for the perfect position that would open up any day. When her high-paying temp job ended, Tara took a long, hard look at her life. Though the prudent thing to do would have been to move back to the Midwest where they had friends and family, she was starting to love the area and wanted to stay.
Anyway, the idea of returning home with her tail between her legs was unacceptable. Tara was a fighter and she would not admit defeat, so when Karl approached her with a business investment he swore would be a sure thing, shed reluctantly agreed and allowed him to use every cent they had left.
Just thinking about what happened next made her stomach knot up. Things had gone downhill fast after that. She left Karl, moved into a tiny apartment and gratefully took the first job she could get. Thinking of her past usually made Tara want to smack herself for being a first-class fool. Today, however, something had shifted. That small spark of spirit that had been in hiding burned stronger. She hummed a tune, one she and her mother used to sing, and went back to work feeling energized. She flew through the second half of the days work and when the phone rang she picked it up with a cheerful greeting.
This is Tara in accounting, how can I help you?
Im pretty much beyond help, girlfriend, a lively voice announced. But you can help yourself and come on out for Thirsty Thursday. Dont you dare say no. Ive heard that way too many times.
Taras usual refusal sprang to her lips. She was still licking her wounds from the nasty battle with her ex-husband and was not ready to sashay into the meat market of after-hours bar drinking. She paused, recalling the sublime feeling of fresh air and sunshine on her skin. The bar her coworkers patronized had an outdoor seating area on the water and today the weather was perfect.
Okay, Ill be there, Tara was slightly surprised to hear herself say.
You will? Lola asked. All right! Ill save you a seat next to me. Well have fun, youll see. Her friends excitement was almost contagious. Almost.
I just want to get out for a little while. Im not going to stay late and I dont want you trying to hook me up with any guys.
Now, would I do that? Lola asked. Tara pictured her friend with the wicked grin she knew was on her face.
Yes, you would and you have. I dont need a man in my life right now, so no matchmaking.
Theres this new guy in my office that might come. You two would be perfect together.
Tara sighed, loud enough so Lola could hear. What did I just say? No men! Im doing fine by myself.
Okay, if you call living in a shoe box and eating cereal and frozen pizza for dinner every night fine, then Ill leave you alone and let you enjoy your life. I hear there are some great movies on PBS on Saturday. Thats where youve been hanging out on the weekends, right?
Tara winced. Her friend was right. However, although Lolas description did sum up her existence at the moment, it was how she chose to live. No dates, a miserable social life and a simple, undemanding job. She didnt trust men, and she didnt trust herself anymore, either. The low-level administrative position she held was all she felt capable of performing right now, even though she disliked it immensely and was often bored. When she thought of taking on a more challenging position, her mind flashed to those hours sitting in the lawyers office as Karl had listed her shortcomings, and she shuddered. Hey, sorry, that was kind of harsh, Lola said, a note of sympathy in her tone. I just dont want to see you dry up and turn into some kind of crazy old lady because of one asshole. There are still a few good men out there and youll find one, but youve got to get your behind out of your apartment.
I know, I knowI said Id come. Ill talk. Ill mingle. Ill drink. No romance just yet, okay? Promise?
All right, I promise. See you soon!
* * *
So then I saidhey, are you listening to me? Lola asked, waving her hand in front of Taras face.
Yes, Im listening. You said Alice ate someones month-old sandwich she stole from the lunchroom refrigerator and got sick.
You dont seem especially interested in my fascinating story. Your eyes are meandering around like your brain is somewhere far away. Are you thinking about anything particular? Something you want to share?
Tara didnt. She was thinking about nothing and enjoying it immensely. She listened to Lola with only half her concentration.
Her friend didnt wait for an answer and resumed her narrative. Tara took the opportunity to focus on a man who had caught a bit of her attention. He had dark hair that was just a little longer than was the fashion, but it looked good on him. Sunglasses hid his eyes, but the rest of his face was attractive, if one enjoyed the rugged, dangerous look. Tara did. Pretty boys made her nervous. She could never be with a man who spent more time on grooming than she did. This one looked like he woke up with the same sexy dark shadow on his chin that he now sported. She crossed her legs, a twinge of heat causing her heart to beat faster.