DAY 268. Shipwrecked: Write about being stranded somewhere – an island, a bus stop, etc.365 Creative Writing Prompts
“Now what’ll I do?” I frustratedly squeezed my forehead as I felt a migraine forming. For what felt like the thousandth time, I futilely glanced down at my watch, which was sporting a big fat nothing; zip, ziltch, nada—since it died a while ago. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me—and today of all days. “Why?” I wailed in my mind. I was so ready to fling myself to the ground, pounding and screaming like a snot-nosed brat not getting their own way. Instead, with a herculean effort, I tried pulling myself together. I looked around for a quiet corner I could hide out in, pretending this nightmare wasn’t happening; and to think my day had started out so beautifully, too.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” I shouted downstairs to my best friend, Amanda. I knew she was just eager to get going, and I was too, but I was trying not to forget anything. With a chuckle and an excited wiggle, it was all I could do not to act like my baby sister and do a fist pump, too. But really, my first cruise—who wouldn’t be excited? I still couldn’t believe it. Was I dreaming? It had to be a dream. My running commentary kept me company as I quickly scanned the room one last time. We were going for 21 days. I wouldn’t miss this place in that short a time. OMG, I still couldn’t believe it was happening. I was going on my first cruise—ever! I wavered for a moment, wondering if all the slick, pretty brochures and that cute guy telling me how wonderful this cruise would be and that I deserved it, blah, blah, blah—was for real. In the end I made an adult decision, but it still felt like it was more fantasy than reality. What if the boat was small or leaked? I mentally shook myself and hustled my butt down the stairs to Amanda’s Honda Civic, which was idling by the curbside; all four doors flung wide open.
“Amanda, honey, are we moving the entire apartment into your car?” I asked in a sing-song voice while I threw my last bag onto the back seat and slammed the door shut. As I slipped into the car, I sarcastically called out, “Now who’s the one taking too long?” Even if I forgot my underwear, it would be worth it to turn the tables on her after she had been hurrying me along all morning and at a dead run, too.
“Don’t you start with me, Jane!” She mock scowled at me as she leant in from the driver’s side window. “It was just easier to have all the doors open to get everything in and not have to pile it all on one side. See how evenly I spread out our bags?” With a Vanna White sweep of her hand, she showed off her great organizational skills.
With barely a glance, I eagerly nodded and said, “Let’s go! We want to be first in line. That’s why you woke me up at 3:30 this morning, right?” I groused and crossed my arms. As I looked at my trusty watch with a gasp, I noted it was quickly approaching 5:30 and our flight to Miami was in less than two hours.
The rest of the day flowed like a movie, at least that’s what it seemed like because it felt like something I had seen on TV or read in a book recently. I still couldn’t believe we had won tickets from work for a three-week cruise. We were touring most of the eastern Caribbean islands that are so popular—every year I hear someone else saying they’re going to Grenada, Trinidad, Barbados or Jamaica. We were laughing and singing and acting like carefree teenagers, totally forgetting we were in our late 20s. It was reminding me of the movie, “Thelma and Louise”. I was having a blast, and I knew a lot of it was because of my best friend, Amanda. She has helped—no, is still helping me through a lot of past hurts and heartaches, and I knew that with her I was free to be my quirky, silly self and she would continue to love me—to the very end.
With a jolt, I looked around and realized that in daydreaming it only made everything appear even more miserable. It looked like I was sitting in an empty and abandoned parking lot. I was certain this was where I was to meet back up with Amanda and the rest of our tour group. Forgetting once again, I wasted time staring at my trusty watch—ha! It was completely useless and still dead. My cruise ship guide had dropped us off for a quick layover in St. Vincent earlier this morning, but as I looked right and left, my beautiful cruise ship was nowhere I could see. I looked towards the horizon and I was almost certain I had seen it from this vantage point when the bus had dropped us off earlier that morning. I wondered if this is what it feels like to be shipwrecked—but on land. Dropping my head into my hands, I thought to myself, “How could this be happening, not even mid-way through the best time of my life and my first cruise ever?!”