Guest Blogger: Julie Flanders
Hi, all, and thank you for having me here, Carol. It's a big thrill to do my first ever guest post! I am new to the writing game, and this short story about a strange beach encounter is a reflection of that experience.
I’m at my favorite spot under the Tiki Hut, and I’m drinking a Mojito. No snacks for me, as I’m working on losing those last five pounds. Please, don’t ask how long I’ve been trying to lose them.
I’m staring at my laptop, and imagining my fingers flying over the keyboard, writing perfect prose that agents will fight over. But, my fingers aren’t moving, and I’m not writing anything. Not even a title.
Who am I kidding, thinking I can write? I’m too old for this. Why didn’t I start when I was younger?
I’m distracted from my litany of negativity by a woman swimming towards the shore. Her arms and legs are flailing, and I’m certain she’s not going to make it.
I run to the shoreline and stand there, helpless. I can’t swim. What the hell am I going to do? I look around the empty beach. Where are the lifeguards? The college kids playing Frisbee? Anyone??
To my immense relief, the woman paddles closer, and finally emerges onto the sand.
She drops to her knees, and I run to her. Up close, I can see her grey hair and wrinkles. She must be at least 70.
“Are you okay?”
The woman turns to me, and I see something familiar in her face. She looks like….me?
“I’m fine,” she says. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
I scowl. Always wanted to drown? Always wanted to give an innocent bystander a heart attack?
“Always wanted to do what?”
“Swim the length of this beach.”
“Really? Why didn’t you do it when…” Remembering my manners, I stop.
“When I was younger? Because I couldn’t swim then. I just learned last year.” She smiles. “When I was 78.”
“You learned to swim at 78?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I would think…wasn’t it too late?”
“No, it wasn’t.” She stands up and brushes the sand from her legs. “It was the perfect time.”
I can't help but notice that her voice sounds suspiciously like mine.
“Who are you?”
“You know me,” she says as she walks away. “I’m Julie.”
“What?? How do I know you? I don’t…”
But there’s no point in continuing. She’s gone.
I sit back down in my chair and wonder how many Mojitos I’ve had. I swear it was only one. Maybe I’m simply crazy.
Had she really been here? Or should I say, had I been here??
I stare at the waves and think about my visitor. Finally, I pick up my laptop, and start to write. I have a title for my story. It's called Learning to Swim.
And this is the perfect time to write it.
Comments
@VR, oh, thanks so much! Great to meet you, thank you!
@LG, thanks! I'd love to read your post on this subject, even without the mojitos LOL. :D
@Linda, ha ha, true, you can't go wrong with Mojitos in my book. Thanks so much!
@Shannon, thank you!! I really appreciate your comments, I'm glad you liked it.
@Clarissa, thank you! I hope you continue to have that push and keep going. :)
@Melissa, thanks so much! The mojitos are fabulous, my favorite! :)
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This was a fun read, Julie, and a great story of how you got your title. Maybe too much sun with those mojitos? :) Or maybe just enough.
@nutschell, oh, thank you, you're so sweet!
@Ciara, wow, thanks, that's so kind of you to say!
@Lee, thank you! Good point and I agree completely. :)
@Mary, thanks!! LOL, yeah, sun and mojitos can do strange things LOL.
@Lydia, thanks so much, I appreciate it!
*waves to Carol* Hi! :)
@j. littlejohn, it does make sense, thanks so much for your comments.
Most of all, thanks to Julie Flanders for guest blogging this week. Julie, I loved your post. The story was unique, and the message was something I need to always remember.
Great job!
Much thanks to Carol for having you post here. Great idea, ladies. Well done. :)
@Kendal, thanks! I know just what you mean, I am a master at beating myself up. Here's to both of us stopping that habit!
@Jayne, oh, thank you! I'm so glad you liked it, thanks for your kind words.
@Becky, thank you! I know you are a great example of this, I'm always inspired by your story!
I felt just that last year when I asked a local production studio owner for assistance in obtaining a small entry level job on the set of one of the NBC shows in New York City. After learning that I was in my late twenties, he became less enthusiastic about my opportunities to work on set as an assistant or paid intern. His words were something along the lines of "I thought you would be 22 but NOW..." and he just basically took the conversation downhill for that particular opportunity. Now, he did offer to provide me with some local work on small productions like music videos and such but I never went anywhere with that.
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@Nicole, thanks, I'm glad you found the story refreshing. I'm sorry you had that experience though, wow! It's unfortunate that guy had that mindset and would be so dismissive of anyone over 22! Glad that you are happy in New York though and enjoy the city, I have family there and I think it is a wonderful place.
@Carol, thanks again for having me here, this has been wonderful and I'm so glad I signed up for one of your spots! :)
Excellent job of getting your point across!
@Robyn, thanks, I'm so glad you found it inspiring.
@Julie, thanks so much. It means a lot if my story gave you hope, you're such a great writer!