Violet leaned forward, sighing from exhaustion.. sighing of relief, and sighing, due to her nerves. She spent a while, chasing this "dream" of hers. Now, she has finally caught up to it, and she feels both elated and terrified.
Violet clutched her cramping stomach. She operates best when she is one step ahead, and, right now, there were no steps before her. Indeed, what lied before her was one of several, gray and dismal plastic coach seats. Oh, there exists a loose plan of what is to come, a cloud of jumbled thoughts, only. She tried her usual ritual of divination, but saw nothing, but what her mind wanted her to see.
Pulling the curled end of her red bob, she calmed herself by knowing not to trust the projections of her desires. Something bad always seemed to be around the corner. One thing was for certain, however.. she had to follow through.
Study was the only way to safely ensure the reunion with her one, true love: The British Isles. Her heart quickened at the thought of the Scottish countryside, in all of its green and rolling glory. The rocky shores and blue, crystalline waters along the northeast made her cry then, as the memory brings back tears, now.
Wiping her ivory face, she ordered a drink from the flight attendant and delved into her navy messenger bag. Fishing out a brown paper napkin, Violet attempted to wipe the condensation from her thick glasses.
It was a wonder she could come back, at all. After the Covid Crisis, she thought she'd never again, see the light of day. Violet wondered if she was ready.
She downed the pitiful, plastic cup of lukewarm seltzer water and smoothed her khaki blouse. No doubt, insomnia had affected her appearance.
Luck hadn't entirely abandoned her, as she sat on the edge of her row, making it easier to move about. She didn't complain, though. Soon, there'd be plenty of work to do.
Closing her verdant eyes, she was eventually lulled into relaxation by the artful, enthusiastic voice of Neil Oliver, on the small television screen.
YOU ARE READING
For the Love of Peat
AdventureViolet catches up to her dream. All is not as it seems when she and Neil Oliver look for clues around a bog, in the highlands.
