The table began to vibrate, a quick check of the small fluorescent screen confirmed her suspicions, her editor. Again.
She took off her headphones and reading glasses, aware that without a break she would get nowhere. Drinking the remnants of her third cup of coffee, she leaned back, stretching in her seat and holding back a yawn. As she stretched her neck, her eyes caught on a forgotten object upon her shelf. Hidden in the back corner of the middle row, behind all the plushies and toys, was a dusty glass jar.
Tucking a wisp of blond hair, absentmindedly behind her ear, she stood up, grasping the jar for a closer look. Inside was a layer of pure white sand and several sea shells, various patterns covering the corrugated edges. She closed her eyes as her mind took her back to that week of sunshine and sand, seashells and dolphins. Of intertwined hands and whispered words.
Of that one night and the jarring sound of shattering glass.
She sat back down, releasing her tight grip upon the jar. Turning to her screen, she grimly knew how to start.
A/N: I haven't really felt like writing a story for a while so I forced myself to sit down and write one today, choosing a photo at random for inspiration. Might try this again another day for practice. Photo credit to soompi stock photos.
