Kellie Skye Rose
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Aspiring writer pivoting from a career in healthcare.
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2022 Will Be Different, Right?
The alarm goes off. It’s Monday again and it’s already 7.00am. Shit. I have to get to work and there isn’t enough time for breakfast, let alone any kind of exercise. I really should do my physio exercises, intended to make sure my muscles don’t cramp up in awful ways while I work and strengthen them against bad behaviour. Regularly at morning and night, he said, would be a good start. I haven’t done them in weeks. Probably not since I saw him last to ease those same aching muscles, wrestling them back into a semblance of submission before I let them slowly work their way into knots again.
By Kellie Skye Rose4 years ago in Motivation
Last Drinks
Ironic, she thought, that Jolene is playing, when I was the one doing the begging, even though I did nothing wrong. As Savannah soared down the dirt highway at 70 miles an hour, the air flew howling past her ears, her blood racing. As the miles passed, she felt her long blonde hair on her neck and shoulders, ruffling in the wind, and tasted the salt on her cheeks. Eventually, pulling into the parking lot of an unusual little dive bar, her belly ached with more than hunger. She slammed the door as she climbed out of the late 50’s Chevy convertible. Straightening her shoulders, she tweaked the lapels of her red blouse and smoothed her black pencil skirt in front of her. The heels of her pumps ground into the gravel as she strode into the bar.
By Kellie Skye Rose4 years ago in Humans
