Stories Bit by Bit: Lilly, Part 9

Lilly’s arms were stiff. There was no abandon to her movement.

Her breaststrokes were slow and she kept looking back. She wanted to be out farther than all the people. She settled in one spot, dog paddling. She stared at the beach, her eyes darting back and forth as she waited. Nothing. Hmmm… She plunged under, spinning her body. Her head surfaced with her nose stinging. Ugh, she thought, I should have plugged my nose. The sun is burning. This isn’t working, not even a little. She continued treading water while her thoughts grew heavier.

She slapped the water and kicked her legs in frustration.

“Why isn’t it happening yet? I’m doing what she did. I’m literally mimicking her moves. Maybe I should just go back.”

She started moving slowly back to the shallow waters. She hesitated. She could almost hear her dad nudging her.

“Lilly, come on, we didn’t raise you to give up on yourself, especially not this quickly.”

With a big breath, she began again, going up and down, splashing water like a child. She paused to float on her back and took a few long breaths. The seagulls above were so beautiful. Then her eyelids closed and her body drifted with the current. At first, there was only blackness. Nothing. Just the sounds of the birds above and her breaths.

As she continued to float, her thoughts began to wander. She found herself thinking about the creatures of the ocean, how she had always found them intriguing, especially dolphins. Her mom and dad had taken her to swim with dolphins when she was a child.

The memories surfaced, more vividly as time passed. Her mouth turned upward, with a hint of familiarity.

A tingle ran up her spine as she began to slip back.

A pod was moving together, smooth and effortless. One popped beside her, inviting her to try a tail walk. She laughed, knowing she was playing.

Lilly began swimming like a dolphin; her head went up and down as she headed back toward the shore. She turned and took one last look out into the water. Waves hit her ankles, and her head leaned back. She closed her eyes again and took deep breaths. She’ll never forget the smile those pretend dolphins gave her that day.

Lilly stepped onto the warm sand, water trailing behind her, a soft smile still lingering. She brushed the sand from her legs and made her way toward her car. When her car came into view, her pace increased, but each step felt lighter.

The joy lingered as her fingers traced the wheel.

She leaned forward slightly, her fingers still resting on the wheel, her breath catching. She said,

Wait…

This is bigger than the moments of this day. Imagination made it feel real. I can use this when I write.

Maybe the readers can too… with my help.

To be continued.

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Stories, Bit by Bit: Lilly, Part 8

Today was all hers. Her laptop would have to miss her. Just for today, no writing. She grabbed her beach gear. She knew exactly where to start, a mango and banana smoothie at her favorite smoothie bar.

She took her first sip and grabbed a seat to take it all in while enjoying the treat. It was smooth, cool, and just right. She took a deep breath and listened and watched the seagulls. The pesky pigeons, stalking scraps of food with such diligence, captured her attention briefly.

Then laughter shifted her focus. Two kids were busy burying a man, likely their dad. The woman nearby was enjoying it a little too much. Lilly glanced over at a group of boys lined up against a small cement wall, watching the pretty girls go by. She giggled, noticing some of the women seemed quite pleased to catch their eyes.  One of the boys, though, was staring at Lilly. She quickly looked away.

Her eyes moved to the water. The urge to run in was strong, but the smoothie deserved another slow sip as she gazed further out. 

A lone figure caught her eye, farther out than the others. For a second, Lilly’s heart raced. Was she okay? Lilly lifted her travel binoculars.

A woman, grinning wide, popping under and back up again. She hadn’t seen a smile like that since her Mama. She floated, then disappeared and resurfaced, delighted, as if she’d discovered something down there.  Lilly’s spine tickled. She closed her eyes and smiled. 

The lady began to make her way in, slowly. 

Once she was just able to stand, a wave knocked her down. She tried again, only to fall again. Her laughter never stopped. Resigning her effort, she began rolling in. Lilly’s eyes widened. The lady was headed straight for a poor boy.  She knocked him over, but he was just fine. Two lady friends came running to help her. All of them laughing. They helped take off her cover-up that must have been weighing her down.

Watching the ladies walk away, another kind of wave began. Her Mama would have been the first one out there, hollering back for Lilly to join her. Tears wet Lilly’s cheeks. 

Until all at once, She got up wearing her Mama’s smile and ran towards the water. 

To be continued.

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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.

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Stories, Bit by Bit: Lilly, Part Six

Later that day, Lilly hailed a taxi, holding her finished piece. When the taxi driver asked where to, she just stared at him, unable to utter a word. She was excited, even more nervous.

Roni and Justin were already at Garden Terrace. As Lilly walked toward the back table, she grinned as she got closer to the soon-to-be-married couple. He was holding her hand, and Roni was laughing freely. For a moment, Lilly’s nerves settled. She saw how happy Justin made her best friend, and for a second, that was her focus.

Of course, the nervousness came right back as Justin said, “So, is this your travel piece? Roni told me you finished it already. I’m impressed.”

In all honesty, though, in Justin’s thoughts, a different story was playing out. He wondered if he had promised too much. What if, in his desire to please Roni, he ended up hurting her? He knew it could backfire, but he could not show it.

Lilly’s hands trembled as she handed him the piece. Roni grabbed her hand and said, “Sweet friend of mine, don’t worry. I know it is going to be divine because you wrote it.”

Lilly held her breath as she watched him read. He didn’t show any expression. He didn’t say a word until…

“Well, Lilly, you did a great job. I felt like I was in the dress shop. Your detail was crafted well. I really appreciated your thoughts as you listened to the nearby argument between the mother and daughter.”

“Really, Justin? I’m so happy. I was so nervous you wouldn’t like it.”

“I do, but Lilly, it can be better.”

Her expression shifted. “Better?”

“It lacks depth. Let me ask you… were you playing it safe?”

Her eyes furrowed. “Safe? How insulting. Lacked depth?”

Roni’s hand tightened. Then she released Lilly’s hand. “Lilly, stop it. You’re being rude. Justin doesn’t have to help you, and you don’t have to accept his critique, but I do expect you to show my fiancé respect.”

The table went quiet, the energy suddenly heavy.

“Okay,” Justin said, lifting a hand, “maybe I should’ve started with ‘you’re brilliant’ and worked my way down.”

He glanced at Lilly, his tone softer now.

“Constructive feedback only becomes useful when the writer receives it as guidance, not attack.”

Lilly sat back and took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry, Justin, and you too, Roni. You told me a writer has to learn to take critique. I guess my ego is a bit fragile.” She hesitated, then added, “I just don’t understand. I wasn’t playing it safe… what do you mean it lacked depth? Will you please elaborate?”

“Yes, of course, Lilly,” Justin said gently. “And don’t be too hard on yourself. The learning curve is always uncomfortable.”

He nodded toward the room. “That moment with the mother and daughter was something. I felt it, but you moved on too swiftly.”

“Depth is staying with it a beat longer,” he added. “Not just what happened, but what it revealed. What did it say about them… or about you watching it?”

He glanced toward a nearby table. “See that couple? If you only tell me they’re arguing, I see it. If you show me how he won’t meet her eyes, how she keeps smoothing the same napkin… now I feel it at a deeper level. That’s the difference.”

“Justin, I think I understand. Instead of leaning into the tension, I moved too quickly to find a silver lining. I do that in real life… but in writing, I need to stay with it longer. Is that what you’re saying?”

Roni smiled. “It’s true. I learned a long time ago, Lilly’s favorite hobby is finding the silver lining.”

Roni glanced around the table and then back at them. “Speaking of finding what’s right, can we locate our menus? I’m starving.” She gave a playful shrug. “Now, let’s talk about something important… like my wedding.”

They laughed.

To be continued.

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Stories, Bit by Bit: Lilly, Part Five

Early Morning Writing Hour

Lilly barely slept. She was too excited to get started. Before the sun had fully risen, she made her way back to the coffee shop she had visited the day before.

When she stepped inside, she noticed the beautiful blue apron the girl at the counter was wearing. The barista greeted her warmly, her strong Southern accent unmistakable. Lilly recognized her from the day before and found it curious that she hadn’t noticed the accent then.

She chose a table tucked farther into the corner. As she walked toward it, she noticed the back wall was painted the very same color as the barista’s apron.

As she opened her laptop, Lilly remembered the promise she had made to herself the night before. Tomorrow, I’ll notice everything, she had thought. Now she realized she was already doing it. The details appeared naturally.

Instead of struggling like yesterday, she felt a different curiosity.

Justin’s advice echoed in her mind: Don’t explain you’re a travel writer. Show it.

Lilly began to write.

Here is what appeared on her screen.

The memory of the bridal shop begins with my seat in front of the three‑way mirror, waiting for Roni, my best friend, to step out for the big reveal. In the reflection I could see more than dresses. The entire room seemed to move around anticipation.

Nearby, a mother and daughter were having a brief argument, and I had to hide a giggle. I imagined that this disagreement must happen often in a place like this. It felt less like conflict and more like two people deeply invested in one person’s future.

In the mirror I also noticed the attendant moving through the room, offering glasses meant to calm nervous brides and their companions.

I sat long enough to watch several brides and their small circles being served those liquid nerve‑settling drinks. Each time, the same transformation happened: shoulders lowered, smiles widened, and excitement grew brighter all at once.

Yesterday, as I was leaving, I noticed a charming sign outside the shop.

The Enchanted Bridal Village.

At the time I hadn’t fully grasped the charm of the name.

Now, remembering the glittering letters catching the light, I realized how perfectly the name described the hopeful energy filling the bridal shop.

After Writing

She read over her piece and smiled, not just because she liked it, but because she had enjoyed discovering the details along the way.

This time she closed her laptop without disappointment or frustration. This time she felt like a writer, and it felt right.

She hoped Justin would agree. She was pleased with what she had written, but would he be?

A small wave of nerves settled in. Both her future and Roni’s, in very different ways, now involved Justin. For Roni, he stood at the doorway of a hopeful love. For Lilly, he might be the doorway to the writing life she was just beginning to believe in.

To be continued.

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