Pineapple Daiquiri

She stared at the sunset and took a sip of her pineapple daiquiri. An unexpected sigh came from her lips, but she quickly caught herself, wondering where that came from.

This was everything she had been working so long and hard for: a well-earned vacation at her favorite island paradise. She had been looking forward to it ever since she booked the ticket in June last year, and had dreamed of it over and over again: the good food she’d eat, the lovely drinks she’d enjoy, the time to be alone with herself for once. Yep, everything she’d like to have after slaving away at her job.

Her eyes flitted towards the dance of the waves on the beach, and she noticed the many groups of people hanging out by the shoreline. There were couples, friends and families, and all of them were after one thing: to watch the sunset with each other.

She felt a little constriction build up in her throat, but gulped it down fast with a sip of alcohol. She had wanted to spend the vacation alone, no? Without company?

A solitary tear fell down her cheek, and she placed the unfinished drink on her table. As the sun fell slowly on the horizon, she got up, turned away, and walked towards her hotel room, where she planned to stay at alone, as she had – and probably will be – for the few days she was there.

She smiled sadly and looked one last time towards the darkening sky. She then kept moving towards her suite, not sure if she was looking forward to another night alone. She sighed once more.

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Image source: pexels.com/photo/pineapple-beside-pink-flower-1368042/
First written April 10, 2018.
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