The moonlight spread it's hazened glow across the parking lot, a steady stream of cars surrounding the little white station. Pulling two navy blue suitcases from the car, the girls smiled with less enthusiasm than the seven days leading up to this night.
"Here we go," the shorter of the two said, reaching for the larger suitcase and surveying the chaos around them. Spinning from the car in lightning speed, Sperry Girl's voice raised just a notch. "No! I've got this one. You get the other one ... shortie."
"Short people must do big things too. It's a fact." The response came with an even bigger smile, and errupted in laughter. It had been eight whole days since they had been in this very same spot, dropping bags and running into hugs, squealing like there would be no tomorrow. Those eight days had been chocked full of late nights and laughter.
"I can't believe it's been a week, can you?"
The time had flown by, each new day leading into another and yet another ...
They had first decided on a trip to Cuppa Joe's. And after staring at the pretty Chalboard Menu for half an eternity, flip-flopping between the pink and yellow cursive of Chocolately goodness and fruit smoothies, they promptly ordered two Italian Nut Job Latte's. Mmmm ...
Even as the blenders ground out deliciousness and espresso filled the air, they wandered around the tiny coffee shop.
The girls had fingered the handmade pottery in various shapes and colors, and hummed to snazzy Jazz tunes until their order was called.
And did they swoon over the mugs, the odds and ends pieces that screamed character and charm? Probably.
From there it was girlish chatter, people watching from a cozey suede couch and a trip to the library for a week's worth of movies
They had ridden bikes down the old country roads and had staring contests with the cows, until their fingers went numb and their stomach's growled ...
And played endless amounts of Twister in a single night. The more the merrier, and all fall down were the main theme that night.
It was a strange mixture of weird positions, spinning of the color wheel and falling over after desperately declaring "Ok. Okay! I CANT ... do thIS anyMORE!"
To which those still stretched out on the colorful dots would smile, and beg for a new position before they too would fall over in the same painful twist of fate.
* Go figure, yes *
They had gone to the Mall, snapped a handful of pictures as the younger girlss had gotten their ears pierced. And had gone for a sunshine morning walk on the Thomas Jefferson Parkway.
And now their shoes made scratch-swishing noises ... as they crossed the expanse of black white marble tiles from the french doors to the high glossy counter.
The man behind the high counter peered at them with dark beady eyes and an unmistakeable smirk. Neither of them could think of a reason for this strange expression so they ignored it and checked the two navy blue bags in.
"You'll need to tag your bags, ladies." The man pointed out as if the two brunettes for blonde and stupid. The taller of the two reached for the small cardboard tags he had pushed across the counter and began writing her information on the card. Eyeing the bags at her feet, the Country Girl took in the smaller tags dangling from the leather straps by tangled strings.
"Those look like tags to me." She said with a smile, waiting for her tall-ish friend to realize she had come prepared without realizing it. And when the tall-ish Sperry Girl turned, her eyes widened with surprise and she scrunched her face into an indescribable expression that only the Country Girl could understand.
"You've been drinkin', haven't you." Sperry Girl eyed the man behind the counter as if he'd lost his mind, and said nothing. She didn't have a second to fill the Country Girl in before he looked at her and "She's been drinking, hmm?"
Counry Girl unaware of the blip of conversation she had missed while checking her email via her cellphone, looked up with a smile. "Hmm? Just a little." Just because she knew her friend would gasp in horror and it was highly unlikely the man would believe her.
And an hour later as the girls flipped through Glamour Magazines and people watched, the room was quiet save the occasional chuckle from someone watching Wiped Out on the overhead screen. The hands of the clock inched toward nine, the girls entirely oblivious to the world around them.
Neither of them wanted to plan their goodbye within the hour, neither wanted to think of the weeks and months without the elbowing and laughter they had shared for a solid week. But finally, as the conductor rounded the corner and broke the comfortable silence, they rose to their feet.
"Thanks for letting me visit, it was so much fun!" Sperry Girl reached over to hug her friend, moments from her week in Virginia flittered across her eyes for a moment and stopped at the thought of her baby-man waiting for her back home.
She'd missed her family, and in just a few short hours she would see them all, embrace them and shower them with kisses. Excitement filled her senses.
"Ahmm. It was!" Country Girl smiled as she looped her bag over her shoulder. "Have a safe trip, Ma'am. Text me so I know you haven't died."
At this, both girls smiled. Grabbing her bag, Sperry Girl headed for the set of french doors where a small crowd of passengers had already gathered. She waved to her friend heading out the opposite doors that led to the parking lot and into the darkened night.
"Here we go," the shorter of the two said, reaching for the larger suitcase and surveying the chaos around them. Spinning from the car in lightning speed, Sperry Girl's voice raised just a notch. "No! I've got this one. You get the other one ... shortie."
"Short people must do big things too. It's a fact." The response came with an even bigger smile, and errupted in laughter. It had been eight whole days since they had been in this very same spot, dropping bags and running into hugs, squealing like there would be no tomorrow. Those eight days had been chocked full of late nights and laughter.
"I can't believe it's been a week, can you?"
The time had flown by, each new day leading into another and yet another ...
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| Hanging out at Cuppa Joe's ... |
They had first decided on a trip to Cuppa Joe's. And after staring at the pretty Chalboard Menu for half an eternity, flip-flopping between the pink and yellow cursive of Chocolately goodness and fruit smoothies, they promptly ordered two Italian Nut Job Latte's. Mmmm ...
Even as the blenders ground out deliciousness and espresso filled the air, they wandered around the tiny coffee shop.
The girls had fingered the handmade pottery in various shapes and colors, and hummed to snazzy Jazz tunes until their order was called.
 |
From there it was girlish chatter, people watching from a cozey suede couch and a trip to the library for a week's worth of movies
They had ridden bikes down the old country roads and had staring contests with the cows, until their fingers went numb and their stomach's growled ...
And played endless amounts of Twister in a single night. The more the merrier, and all fall down were the main theme that night.
 |
To which those still stretched out on the colorful dots would smile, and beg for a new position before they too would fall over in the same painful twist of fate.
* Go figure, yes *
They had gone to the Mall, snapped a handful of pictures as the younger girlss had gotten their ears pierced. And had gone for a sunshine morning walk on the Thomas Jefferson Parkway.
The man behind the high counter peered at them with dark beady eyes and an unmistakeable smirk. Neither of them could think of a reason for this strange expression so they ignored it and checked the two navy blue bags in.
"You'll need to tag your bags, ladies." The man pointed out as if the two brunettes for blonde and stupid. The taller of the two reached for the small cardboard tags he had pushed across the counter and began writing her information on the card. Eyeing the bags at her feet, the Country Girl took in the smaller tags dangling from the leather straps by tangled strings.
"Those look like tags to me." She said with a smile, waiting for her tall-ish friend to realize she had come prepared without realizing it. And when the tall-ish Sperry Girl turned, her eyes widened with surprise and she scrunched her face into an indescribable expression that only the Country Girl could understand.
"You've been drinkin', haven't you." Sperry Girl eyed the man behind the counter as if he'd lost his mind, and said nothing. She didn't have a second to fill the Country Girl in before he looked at her and "She's been drinking, hmm?"
Counry Girl unaware of the blip of conversation she had missed while checking her email via her cellphone, looked up with a smile. "Hmm? Just a little." Just because she knew her friend would gasp in horror and it was highly unlikely the man would believe her.
And an hour later as the girls flipped through Glamour Magazines and people watched, the room was quiet save the occasional chuckle from someone watching Wiped Out on the overhead screen. The hands of the clock inched toward nine, the girls entirely oblivious to the world around them.
Neither of them wanted to plan their goodbye within the hour, neither wanted to think of the weeks and months without the elbowing and laughter they had shared for a solid week. But finally, as the conductor rounded the corner and broke the comfortable silence, they rose to their feet.
"Thanks for letting me visit, it was so much fun!" Sperry Girl reached over to hug her friend, moments from her week in Virginia flittered across her eyes for a moment and stopped at the thought of her baby-man waiting for her back home.
She'd missed her family, and in just a few short hours she would see them all, embrace them and shower them with kisses. Excitement filled her senses.
"Ahmm. It was!" Country Girl smiled as she looped her bag over her shoulder. "Have a safe trip, Ma'am. Text me so I know you haven't died."
At this, both girls smiled. Grabbing her bag, Sperry Girl headed for the set of french doors where a small crowd of passengers had already gathered. She waved to her friend heading out the opposite doors that led to the parking lot and into the darkened night.
The End ...
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Sperry Girl . . . I like it. ;)
For some reason I thought so!
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