Mondays aren’t my favorite

I’ve never been a fan of Mondays.  Don’t get me wrong,  it isn’t as if I really hate them.  I just find it hard to transition back into work mode after spending so much time with the family and out in the world.  This morning, I’m making pancakes and sausage for the kids, listening to The Mamas and The Papas and planning all the work I have to get done.

The Mamas & The Papas – Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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I have a lot of work to get done; several articles that need proofing and some photos to shoot to accompany them.  I also just lost one of my long-standing freelancers, so I’ll be posting a few job openings here in the next couple of days.

In other news, there’s a new challenge ready for you on SheWrites in the Flash Fiction group.  This week, we’re writing Postcard Fiction with the theme Foreign Places.  I can’t wait to read everyone’s pieces.

So what are you up to this morning? Do you have any tips for transitioning back into the work week?

Flash Fiction: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

I just finished my piece for the SheWrites group. I hope you enjoy!

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

“It’s an odd situation,” he admitted. “I wasn’t really sure how to react.”

He tucked a strand of long brown hair behind his ear, taking a drag off his cigarette.  He wanted to say more, but either couldn’t or wouldn’t.

“I know,” I agreed, hoping I hadn’t caused him too much pain. “But I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, you’re always out of town.  I never see you, you never call. I felt like I didn’t exist to you.”

His laugh was short; a forced exhalation of air, as if he’d been punched in the gut.

“Oh, you exist. You always will.”

I wondered if he was going to cry; I didn’t think I could handle it if he did.

“Better as friends,” I said, smiling and capturing his hand in mine. “Always friends.”

“Yes. Friends.”

He smiled then, flashing the boyish grin that had drawn me in so many months ago.  His brown eyes danced.

“And,” he said, “we’ll always have the great story about how you broke up with my answering machine.”

I laughed, nodding my agreement. We walked hand in hand back to the party, where my date waited anxiously.