Friday, April 8, 2011

in which violet searches for spring








































She sat alone in the dining room and stared out the window. A man ran by with his Weimeraner, followed by a woman walking her toy poodle. It made her miss Sadie — probably her mother would forget to walk her and then she'd be all hyper and get into mischief. The harbor was quiet except for one boat sailing in slowly with a man and two children on board, the kids swinging their legs through the railings and over the side. They were wind-blown and giggling; she started to wave but then remembered where she was and put her hand down just in time. She looked around to make sure nobody had noticed. The lady at the next table was reading the paper as she finished her coffee. Two tables down a man in a Peruvian poncho and a cowboy hat was feeding oatmeal to his elderly mother. They were lost in their own worlds.


The waiter brought her tea and a whole wheat bagel with raspberry cream cheese. Asked her if she wanted a paper, and was she waiting for someone? "No, just me today."


Just her. She'd quit her job because she wanted an adventure, packed two suitcases, cleaned out her savings, left her dog with her mother, and hit the road, headed south. She was sick of winter and determined to drive until she found spring. So here she was, in Florida of all places. Sitting in a pink hotel, eating breakfast, with a bamboo plant for company.


It wasn't much of an adventure so far.


(read more about violet here, or click the label at the end of this post.)

12 comments:

Kamana said...

"Staying in a pink hotel, eating breakfast, with a bamboo plant for company."
That was my favourite part. I am off to read more.

becky said...

I just love Violet...awaiting part four...hope she finds an adventure in Florida, that most lunatic of states (don't the craziest news stories come out of Florida? It's embarrassing...)

deb colarossi said...

oh, Leslie.. this is so good.

ayala said...

Leslie, I like this ! Loved that last line :)

Claudia said...

oh i'd love to stay in a pink hotel in florida...nice...even if it's not much of an adventure - somehow it is...no?

Jodi said...

More please.

Rick said...

As I read this I kept hearing 'Me and Bobby McGee' in my head ...

You're a great storyteller, Leslie ... we're waiting with baited breath ...

Joyce said...

I love the story! Thanks Leslie. Enjoy! xo

B. Meandering said...

You're doing great, keeping us intriqued! I don't understand why she couldn't wave at the children.

I agree with the others--cool last line. :)

Francesca said...

I love this story in little chapters!

ELK said...

there is freedom in the running away .. and the waving ..and in spring

Emily Young said...

I love the line about the man in the Peruvian poncho! Is he going to turn out to be a spy? Never trust a man in a Peruvian poncho who is feeding somebody oatmeal. Never.

I want more Violet. Can she please have another adventure soon??