Dec 5, 2020
Eileen was at The Docks, bare feet buried in the sand as she sat away from the crowd. She nursed a beer as she watched the moon dance in the reflection of waves. How did her friends convince her to go clubbing in the first place? Distraction was promised, but she knew promises were always broken. Eileen was indulging in self-pity, missing Aaron and stressed without a job to focus her energy on. Each audition felt worse than the last, leaving Eileen more hopeless than before.
Wallowing in romanticized self-indulgence, she could still feel a presence over her shoulder. “Sit down if you want,” she said without looking. “Can’t promise I’ll be decent company.”