Short Stories/Poems

business trip

I made it safely to my hotel in New York. The sounds of the busy street travel through my window.

I set down my suitcase on the bed, and breathe in the atmosphere around me. The smell of lemon scented cleaner arises from the bathroom, and gentle lavender from the white bed sheets.

I unhinge the locks on my suitcase, and swing it open. A quick whiff of home brushes past my face.

I pull out a framed photo of my family. My beautiful wife, and two sweet children. I'm doing this for them. I can't wait to come home and tell them bout NYC.

I then pull out a slim black box. Inside is a necklace. My daughter made it for me. Colorful beads and trinkets wrap around a rainbow string. The word "Daddy" is spelled out with white beads in the center. I can't wear this everywhere, but I'll hold it when I'm missing her.

Then, my fathers tie. A long piece of Navy blue material neatly ironed and folded. I smile, I'm carrying on the family business for you dad. I hope you are proud of me.

A pair of shoes. Not mine, but my sons. They are his favorite, his "lucky shoes" he's letting me borrow them for the week. I love my little man.

Finally, a ring. It's my mother's ring. I take it everywhere. Having it with me makes me feel protected and happy.

I look up at the window and smile. Just 7 days of nonstop working and meetings. Only to end in holding my children as I tell my wife good news.

This week has to go well. It has to.

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This is my happy Story

pers0n0naplanet wrote a sad version of kind of the same thing. Check hers out, it's amazing.

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