She pulled her wrap tightly round her as she sat down on the terrace chair, placed her coffee and toast in front of her and gazed out to the brightly sun lit sky. Blue and perfect.
As she took a bite from her toast she scanned the apartment block to her right, Pablo on the top floor was out practising his golf on their roof top putting green. The lady down on the ground floor of the block to her left was trying to quienten down their rather large and noisy dog whilst her mother walked out onto their expansive terrace and started to lay the table for breakfast. that strange women on the 5th floor started hanging out her washing in the morning sun.
Life carrying on as normal.
Carmen took a sip of coffee and looked straight in front of her down onto the gardens of the three apartment blocks with their manicured lawns and shimmering swimming pools she could just make out a few figures emerging from her block aiming for a morning swim. She looked up and could just make out the road beyond the apartments and the terracota roofs of the villas on the other side.
Another day was starting, she took another bite of toast, enjoying the bitter after taste the olive oil left on her palate. Carmen sat and wondered what to do, on this, her first day of total freedom.
Freedom, funny word really. Was she really going to survive on her own! is this really what she had wanted, looked for? created for herself?
As she sipped on her coffee her mind wondered back to her childhood. So so long ago..
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Short StoryHer life had not been easy, at six she found out her brother's were only half brothers, at 11 her mother died of leukemia, at 15 her grandmother died, then her brothers left. Marriage, children and divorce followed, then when everything seemed final...
