bye...” she said, waving sardonically at the empty doorway. This certainly seemed to her like something that was worth sticking around for five minutes to discuss in the cold light of day! But Ben clearly had other things on his mind. She sighed and stared at the tidy coffee table. Just when had he found time to tidy up?! Just as she was about to settle into a nice, peaceful day at home, recovering from what was, now, almost certainly a hangover, she heard Ben’s key in the lock again.
“Oh, and remember to keep Sunday free...” he said, grabbing his phone and audio books from the table and making another dash for the door.
“Huh, what, why??!”.
“Page four.” He said, before dashing out...again...
Geraldine sighed and turned to page four of the coaching manual. It was a photocopy of a flyer for an event the following Sunday.
AWAKEN YOUR DESIRE!!!!
The leaflet almost screamed at her. Obviously a coaching or positive-thinking seminar run by someone Ben rated in the industry. Well he had said he was going to encourage her to expand her social circle, and he obviously thought seminars were a good place for her to meet like-minded men. She turned over to the next sheet to see what on earth would be on page five. Thankfully, there wasn’t a page five, just three tickets to the event and a post-it note that simply read:
Hey G,
This is your first assignment.
Don’t worry I’ll be coming with you. Bring a female friend.
I’ll explain later. B x
She slumped into the sofa and drummed her fingers on its arm, as she waited for Brogan to answer her phone. Where was Brogan when you really needed her? Probably deep conditioning again, or finger detangling, or plaiting her excessively pampered hair away for a braid-out, or watching natural hair porn on Youtube. Why was she so obsessed with her hair!!!? And why wasn’t she answering her phone!!!? Brogan was the one person she knew who would, absolutely, know just what to say about a situation like this. Oh, she’d be shocked at first, then philosophically positive, then really, really happy for her. She was the one person who could make it all seem not so crazy at all, and at that precise moment, that was exactly what Geraldine needed.
Two litres of water later, she was feeling at least capable of walking without holding her head on, and she could now face the kitchen in all its garish, brightly-lit brilliance. She reached for her angel essence, and gave her aura a good drenching to clear the fogginess. At least she could see a few orbs again, now. No drinking tonight. Not on a night before work. In her mind’s eye, she could sense one of her guides smiling, and an inspired thought quickly popped into her head that, perhaps, not drinking at all would be far easier than going through this intensive cleansing ritual every time she had a few too many glasses of wine.
“Sure,” she said to one of the dancing orbs, " You try living down here without alcohol, see how far it gets you." She thought she heard laughter for a second, and then, all at once, she was enveloped in that beautiful, warm feeling of love and acceptance, and somehow found herself quickly deciding that she didn’t actually like drinking that much anyway, and it was probably time to have a go at that, long-promised, meditation.... She searched through her collection of CDs, quickly deciding on a guided meditation. It was probably not a good idea to take her chances wandering through the astral plane without clear directions on a day like this. She tried to relax to the soothing, sounds of a crystal lake, but it just wasn’t happening. Half way through, she realised that she’d spent the first ten minutes of her meditation thinking about what had happened the night before, and wondering what Ben really thought of her. This was not meditation!! She stopped the CD, just as she was being instructed to ask her Angel if there
“Oh, and remember to keep Sunday free...” he said, grabbing his phone and audio books from the table and making another dash for the door.
“Huh, what, why??!”.
“Page four.” He said, before dashing out...again...
Geraldine sighed and turned to page four of the coaching manual. It was a photocopy of a flyer for an event the following Sunday.
AWAKEN YOUR DESIRE!!!!
The leaflet almost screamed at her. Obviously a coaching or positive-thinking seminar run by someone Ben rated in the industry. Well he had said he was going to encourage her to expand her social circle, and he obviously thought seminars were a good place for her to meet like-minded men. She turned over to the next sheet to see what on earth would be on page five. Thankfully, there wasn’t a page five, just three tickets to the event and a post-it note that simply read:
Hey G,
This is your first assignment.
Don’t worry I’ll be coming with you. Bring a female friend.
I’ll explain later. B x
She slumped into the sofa and drummed her fingers on its arm, as she waited for Brogan to answer her phone. Where was Brogan when you really needed her? Probably deep conditioning again, or finger detangling, or plaiting her excessively pampered hair away for a braid-out, or watching natural hair porn on Youtube. Why was she so obsessed with her hair!!!? And why wasn’t she answering her phone!!!? Brogan was the one person she knew who would, absolutely, know just what to say about a situation like this. Oh, she’d be shocked at first, then philosophically positive, then really, really happy for her. She was the one person who could make it all seem not so crazy at all, and at that precise moment, that was exactly what Geraldine needed.
Two litres of water later, she was feeling at least capable of walking without holding her head on, and she could now face the kitchen in all its garish, brightly-lit brilliance. She reached for her angel essence, and gave her aura a good drenching to clear the fogginess. At least she could see a few orbs again, now. No drinking tonight. Not on a night before work. In her mind’s eye, she could sense one of her guides smiling, and an inspired thought quickly popped into her head that, perhaps, not drinking at all would be far easier than going through this intensive cleansing ritual every time she had a few too many glasses of wine.
“Sure,” she said to one of the dancing orbs, " You try living down here without alcohol, see how far it gets you." She thought she heard laughter for a second, and then, all at once, she was enveloped in that beautiful, warm feeling of love and acceptance, and somehow found herself quickly deciding that she didn’t actually like drinking that much anyway, and it was probably time to have a go at that, long-promised, meditation.... She searched through her collection of CDs, quickly deciding on a guided meditation. It was probably not a good idea to take her chances wandering through the astral plane without clear directions on a day like this. She tried to relax to the soothing, sounds of a crystal lake, but it just wasn’t happening. Half way through, she realised that she’d spent the first ten minutes of her meditation thinking about what had happened the night before, and wondering what Ben really thought of her. This was not meditation!! She stopped the CD, just as she was being instructed to ask her Angel if there
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