30 Days Read Free

eyes had flashed emerald sparks as she looked at me. She was stunning but not in the way that makes you intimidated like some women. She wasn’t overly made up or trying too hard. There was a soft presence about her. I felt like I’d known her my whole life. Like she knew all my secrets just from touching my hand. She bolted before I could stop her and for a moment I wanted to run after her. I didn't of course. That would probably scare the shit out of her. She seemed so delicate, maybe five- five, but fragile in some way. Her hourglass figure didn't go unnoticed. But something about the way she carried herself said that she had no idea how beautiful she was and that she was lost. A deep sensation that this was just the beginning washed over me.
     

DAY 2

 
     
    The pitter patter of raindrops lulls me out of a deep sleep. I crack my eyes open to a gray and gloomy room. The clock reads eight am. I groan pulling the covers over my head and go back to sleep for another two hours.
     
    See a movie alone the list reads. I’m not in the mood... It’s such crappy weather out today that I just want to curl up on the couch with my kindle in my jammies and read for the day. Maybe even nap. I don't have to do something every single day really. Do I Jenny? I hold my breath and wait for an answer that never comes.
     
    I drink my morning coffee sitting curled in one of the armchairs reading. I can feel that stupid list calling me. Dammit Jenny. I set the kindle on the coffee table and pace around the room deliberating. Decisively I jump in the shower resolving to get ready and see a movie. I throw on jeans, cowboy boots and a lightweight long sleeved shirt. After putting on some mascara and lip gloss, I pull my hair haphazardly into a ponytail and set out.
     
    I stop at the first shop I come to, buy an umbrella and ask for directions to the nearest theater. The young lady at the register is stunning and perky. Even on this gloomy day she’s a ray of sunshine. It makes me laugh as I step back out into the rain and start my three block walk to the theater.
     
    It’s small and old with a classic brick exterior reminiscent of a small town fifties theater. When I get to the ticket booth I stare up at the sign trying to figure out what’s starting soon that’d I’d want to see.
    “ One for Hit and Run please.” I tell the kid working the booth.
     
    The pimply kid behind the counter informs me that it will be eleven dollars which I promptly hand over to him in exchange for my ticket. I skip the concession stand, heading straight for theater number 10. I pick out a spot, just where I like, and sit. I tuck my umbrella under my seat with my purse and settle in.
     
    The theater starts to fill up. People jostle up and down the narrow rows to claim their seats. No one sits in the seat to the left or right of  me and no one asks me to scoot down a seat to make room for their party. I avoid all eye contact with people not wanting to draw attention to myself. When the lights dim I’m relieved that all eyes are now focused on the screen and not scanning around the room.
     
    The movie is pretty good.  A former getaway driver jeopardizes his Witness Protection Plan identity in order to help his girlfriend get to Los Angeles. The feds and his former gang chase them on the road. There are a lot of funny parts that make me laugh. When the lights finally come back up and the credits are rolling I stand and move into the shuffle of exiting movie goers. There are couples holding hands and talking quietly about their opinion of the movie. Groups of friends laughing over certain parts and quoting lines and a few other people who, like me, seem to be alone.
     
    I thought maybe it would feel lonely to see a movie alone. That I would be sad not to share my opinion on it while leaving with someone. I’m not though. It wasn't the best moment of my life but it was enjoyable and no one will disagree with my thoughts on it because there’s no one to