Detour

by Jen on March 18, 2011


This post was inspired by The Red Dress Club.  
The prompt was to write about a detour.

I have imagined this scene over a dozen times.  My head is full.  The noise around me is unbearable.  I smile, even though I’m about to explode.  I excuse myself from the chaos.  I find you.  I grab your hand.  It is smaller than mine and always feels strange at first.  I don’t say a thing.  You know what I’m thinking.  You always do.  People are looking at us.  And why wouldn’t they?  It’s strange to see straight women holding hands in the middle of the afternoon.  But, we barely notice as we walk by them with purpose.

We walk out the door.  We leave the chaos behind.  But we still don’t talk.
We get in the car and we drive.  We drive north, or south, or left or right.  We might drive fast.  Or slow.  It doesn’t matter if we run straight into the ocean or hit the Canadian border.  We might be silent.  We might listen to an audiobook.  Or, we might talk about everything.  In this scene, we never run out of gas.  We never hit traffic, and we certainly never have to pee.  Everything is perfect.
Once we get where we are going, which by the way, might take hours or days or weeks, we get a hotel room.  And for hours, days or weeks, we nap and dine and see the sights.  We shower or we don’t.  We get out of bed or we don’t.  We chit chat or we don’t.  We soak up the sun or we don’t.  What we never do is shop, or live by a schedule.  And never, under any circumstances, do we make a plan.  
I’ve never imagined a detour like this before.  I’ve imagined running away a thousand times, just never with someone.  We both know we’d never do it, but isn’t it fun to dream sometimes?  Our lives in the real world are far too rewarding to ever flee.  But having this detour- this make believe escape, helps me find the ground when my head is full and the chaos gets too loud.
I will never have another friend like you.  You have have helped me find my way more times than you’ll ever know.
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1 Galit Breen March 18, 2011 at 4:08 am

Sister hearts? *Love* I especially liked the "or we don't" paragraph. Well done!

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2 Cristina March 18, 2011 at 4:52 am

My favorite was "or we don't" paragraph as well. Well done. Stopping by from TRDC

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3 Life As I Know It March 18, 2011 at 5:54 am

This is beautiful. I hope the friend reads this and knows who she is.Here from TRDC

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4 Ilana @ mommyshorts March 18, 2011 at 6:41 am

It's like Thelma and Louise except with a happy ending! Love it!

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5 Sara March 18, 2011 at 8:41 am

I really liked how you started this story. It grabbed my attention immediately and made me want to keep going. I also liked the warmth in this story. At first, I thought a parent and a child, but liked it more because it was about friendship and the love of two women. I can't remember when I've walked hand-in-hand with a woman friend, which is kind of sad because holding hands is a sign of trust. I hope that someday you and your friend will take this trip. If you need to run away for awhile, it's bound to better to go with someone you love:~)

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6 DaisyGal March 18, 2011 at 8:46 am

I wrote about holding my best friends hand too..no really I did! So as I read this, I saw it in my mind, the idea of just running away with the girl who knows me. Oh how I loved this. :)

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7 Heather H March 18, 2011 at 9:36 am

Great post! Who hasn't dreamed of just getting in the car & driving? I love the way you expressed it!

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8 Dawn @Lighten Up! March 18, 2011 at 10:49 am

Great story! Sometimes I just want to point the car west and see what happens. It would be much more fun with my best friend!

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9 Shayna March 18, 2011 at 11:59 am

This makes me cry.

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10 Nicole March 18, 2011 at 3:31 pm

This is really well written!

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11 Jenna March 18, 2011 at 5:15 pm

such sweetness and honesty. i am glad to hear about this friend :)

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12 Nichole March 18, 2011 at 7:31 pm

I love that I could feel the longing in this post…the pull to just run away from it all with someone you trust and love.So achingly lovely.

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