The summer breeze helped cool Maria’s temper, but the heat only aggravated her plight. Stuck on a ferry with her grandmother and mother, she wanted desperately to be elsewhere.
Ten years have gone by since her grandfather and father drowned. She didn’t care that it was the anniversary of their death; spending the day between her mother and her father’s mother was not a situation that ever ended well.
The ferry docked, and Maria took her sweet time debarking. Another year, another day of mourning. She never understood why these two stubborn, smart, and pigheaded women chose to look back instead of moving forward. She missed the guys as much as they did, but there was so much more that she could be doing today instead of going on a tour.
“Let’s go, Maria,” her mother yelled. “We’re going to be late, and they’ll leave without us.”
“Helen, don’t shout at her,” my grandmother interjected.
Maria rolled her eyes as the women continued to bicker, sheepishly smiling at the interested passengers. “This is going to be a long day,” she murmured and followed behind her female companions.
“And over here you’ll notice that the roses are just starting to bloom…”
Maria tuned out the monotone voice of the tour guide and pulled out her cell phone. A full 24 hours and no text from Hank. She wasn’t one of those clingy women who obsessed over a guy after one date, even though it was an amazing first date, or was she? She shook the thought away and grimaced when she noticed no new messages. She stuck the smart phone back in her pocket and politely nodded at the middle-aged guide, despite his obvious displeasure.
“He’ll show up.” Her grandmother loved to volunteer advice, and it rarely bothered Maria because she was frequently right.
“I doubt it. He hasn’t replied yet.” Maria rested her head on her Gran’s shoulders.
“Hush, Maria,” Gran scolded. “Must I remind you how I met your grandfather?”
Maria chuckled and though she could recite the story verbatim, she loved hearing her Gran’s version.
“Well, I’m not telling it now,” Gran whispered. “You’ve been rude enough for all three of us.”
Gran kissed the top of Maria’s head and strolled back towards the crowd. Maria sighed and pulled out her phone once again. Though she intended only at checking the time, what would it hurt to see if there were any new texts? At seeing the hourglass spin, she scoffed at her teenage-like behavior and slid the phone back in its placeholder.
Yet, in her pocket it did not land. Onto the ground, nestled in the midst of lilac-colored roses, Maria’s entire life lay hidden.