Flash Fiction #1

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Prompt from Flash Fiction 365.

“I don’t think this is gonna let up,” Evie said as she stared out the window. “So much for leaving tomorrow.”

“So we get an extra day of vacation,” Oliver replied. Without even looking at him, she could tell he was shrugging. 

She sighed, and walked back over to the couch. “As nice as that sounds, I do have things to do back in civilization next week. I’d also like to not reenact the Donner Party.”

“Hey we’ve got plenty of food. No need to resort to cannibalism yet.”

Evie hated the snow. It may be pretty to look at, but driving in or getting stuck out in it is not her idea of a fun vacation. Oliver loved it because he didn’t grow up dealing with it as she had. Curling up beside him, she then grabbed the chenille throw from the back of the couch to cover herself. Her hand moved to grab her cell, but she remembered that it was still in her suitcase as part of their “No Work. No Phones.” policy for the week (it was more Oliver’s idea, but she went along with it). She felt a little queasy at the messages that were piling up in her inbox and on her text app.

They both needed the time off desperately, however she couldn’t disconnect herself like Oliver could. He was naturally calmer than she was and didn’t deal with the same level of anxiety that she did. This is why they worked well as a couple, even if he sometimes annoyed her by being so goddamn calm and rational. Having someone more even-keeled helped her when things got too stressful.

“You’re in your head again,” he said, running his fingers through her hair.

She sighed. “Yeah, I know. I did pretty well this week though.”

“You did. And this will work out okay. You told everyone you’re on vacation and they should respect that. They’d be pissed if you interrupted theirs.”

“I suppose,” she said and traced her fingers over the grey cabling on his sweater. She loved this sweater on him and frequently swiped it on chilly nights back in the city. It always smelled like him.

“World won’t end because you’re not on the clock.”

“Hey, you don’t know that,” she replied with a little smirk. He had a point, although she wished that her brain could get fully on board with it. Maybe she needed the extra day to allow herself to reset and learn that it’s okay to let go of things. Be a little more like Oliver.

Oliver chuckled, and pulled her in closer.

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