Stories, Bit by Bit: Lilly, Part Seven

They sat at a small outdoor café just minutes from the beach.  Lilly felt a soft ocean breeze tickle her skin. Sitting quietly at first, she traced the rim of her cup, her thoughts still heavy from the day before.

“Roni, I feel defeated. Maybe I am not the natural writer that I thought I was.” 

Lilly’s eyes began to water.

“Hey,” Roni said gently, leaning in. “Listen, my lovely friend… let’s change the subject. Let me tell you how I met Justin. I think it might help you. And if not, well… it gives me an excuse to talk about him.” She smiled. “Oh, Lilly, isn’t he something?”

Lilly took a deep, settling breath.  “Yes, Roni.”  She sat up and grinned. “Go ahead and tell me all about it.”

Roni began talking with a chipper tone.

Lilly had always admired Roni’s beauty, but she never noticed how Roni flipped her hair. She pulled it all forward. Then immediately she flipped it back, first the left side, then the right.

Lilly wondered if Roni ever noticed she did this.

She couldn’t contain a giggle.

Roni paused. “Why are you laughing?” Her eyes furrowed. “Normally our inside jokes include me.”

Lilly smiled. “You are so adorable. Happiness looks so good on you.”

Roni smiled. “Oh, okay… now where was I? I was walking the beach. You know how I love it.”

“Yes,” said Lilly. “Me too. I can’t wait until we can enjoy it together. Soon?”

Roni nodded.

“I was looking for treasures. Then there it was. The way the light reflected off it was stunning. You know how excited I get at the thought of finding a new pretty thing the ocean left for me?”

Lilly smiled. “I do, but what I want to know is where you keep them all.”

Roni laughed. “Girl, I’m telling you how I met the love of my life, and you want me to stop to tell you where I put…”

Lilly put her hand up. “Okay, no more interruptions. I want to know every bit of your journey with Justin.”

“All right then,” said Roni. “It was shimmering in the sun, and I just knew it was meant for me. I ran over and picked it up. It was a shell, and not an ordinary one. I had never seen one like this before.”

Lilly asked, “And so where does Justin fit in?”

“I will get to it, Lilly. I forgot how impatient you can be.”

“The colors inside the shell were so vibrant, a blue-green with golden specks that glistened. It didn’t seem real, Lilly.

“Oh, and I promise I’ll show you later.”

“And… well, I stood up, still gazing at its beauty.  I was so mesmerized by the trinket. I must have taken a step back, because… it happened. 

“Oh no, I was so sorry. There he was just lying on the sand, looking a bit shocked, maybe even miffed. I reached down to help him up, and when he stood, I dropped that shell. Lilly, he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He and I just stood there for at least a minute.”

“You see, Lilly, that shiny shell didn’t just coincidentally catch my eye. Had I not been drawn to it, I would have never met Justin.”

She leaned in slightly, her eyes bright. “And it goes even deeper than that. What are the chances of you deciding to become a writer close to the time I happened to crash into a man who is an editor?”

Roni smiled, almost as if the answer was obvious. “I don’t think any of this is random. I was meant to be his wife… and you, Lilly, are meant to write. You just have to believe it.”

Lilly tried to hold onto that perspective. It did seem more than just serendipitous, but something in her hesitated. She wasn’t fully convinced yet that she was destined for writing.

To be continued.

Tag, you’re it. If you’d like to jump in, feel free. If not, I’ll keep moving it along, bit by bit.

Sending warmth and kindness

The Omen That Changed My Relationship Status

Last week my mirror broke. I started wondering, oh no, seven years is a long time. When does it start? I laughed and told myself that even if there is truth in it, I choose not to believe it.

Am I superstitious?

I try not to be. That is probably the most honest answer.

You see, I believe in God, and I believe we are not supposed to be superstitious. But I also believe my Lord is supernatural and beyond mortal comprehension. During the years I worked as a massage therapist, I studied many Eastern philosophies and found that, in my opinion, they are not far off. My Mama has a quote that I am partial to: “Man is merely stumbling onto God’s creation.” Bam, Mama. Well said. 

For someone who claims not to be superstitious, I do have one rather embarrassing exception.

The omen changed my relationship status. I once was happily single. Now, I am in a committed relationship. Almost every day I wonder, should I be with it today?

Yes, you read that right. I am madly in love with a thing.

I should be on that reality show “My Strange Addiction.” You guys, their tangy flavor, their crispy crunch, the thickness of each morsel have me yearning for more.

BBQ protein chips are perhaps one of man’s greatest inventions.

They are found at health food stores. Made with bone broth, eggs, and chicken. Good ingredients, right? Except for that dern processed factor. So they are a pleasure that only becomes guilty in my lack of control.

Portion size depends entirely on how many bags I have in the cupboard.

Over time, though, I began to notice something. The kind of small pattern people start to call an omen. One of those strange little happenings that seems to prove itself true more often than not.

If the chips appear, it must mean they are to disappear.

First, the bags seem to know they must be guarded. You cannot merely rip them open. They require tools. Scissors, to be exact, which is why I keep a pair nearby. As I begin the careful cut, the drooling sometimes commences. Occasionally I have to pause, wipe my chin, and regain my composure before returning to the task at hand.

I don’t just start eating. I gaze at them for a moment. There is a small sadness knowing the full bag will soon be devoured. I start slowly. The tart‑and‑sweet crispy crunch lands perfectly in my mouth. I chew carefully, trying to make this moment last.

Then the sacred moment turns on me.

The chips vanish. 

The bag becomes nothing more than a hollow reminder of what it once contained.

Wait.

I look inside.

And there they lie at the bottom.

A small pile of crumbs made just for my finger.