Stepping outside from the humidity of the smelly grain silo port office, the door slammed behind me. The boss wasn't in good form and neither was I. I pondered my reasons later for quitting.
At home the restlessness had subsided more than 6 days ago and I was glad the stress was over and I no longer wished to be surrounded by those awful disgusting smells. The relentless days of not taking that whiff up ones nostrils was very welcoming.
Nearly a fortnight later I'd climbed into my car and had driven an hour until the salt air met me at the edge of the sand. I love Sundays at the beach. Hair hanging loosely, sandals in my hand, water gently tickling my toes...I'd just wished he was with me but Id accepted he was no longer good for me and it was over. How much more worse could it get.
It took a while before I came face to face with him. I'd gone to the shop to get a cool drink from the fridge and I just knew he'd be there. His face was hidden as he remained behind the door.
A girl walked up and stood beside me and asked for him by his usual nick-name so then I knew he'd tricked some other poor woman with his wiles and charms. I smiled at him as the door opened and he came into view. It was then I realised I no longer needed him.
L&B's please, she'd requested.
The next day I went back to work. I must ask the boss to fix that bl***y door.
"Enjoy your fortnight off?" asked the boss, "the heat in here is still unbearable".
"I did thanks and my cravings have all gone too" I grinned.
By Paula D46
24th July, 2014.