The Road To Price

by Justine Elvira

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  Thirty minutes later I’m completely packed and ready to go. That is the one nice thing about trying to forget your past; you never want to hold on to anything. Even the furniture in this apartment isn’t mine. It was here when I moved in.

  I traveled to Miami with a small suitcase of clothing, my checkbook, and a picture of Miles. I didn’t need anything else. Material things mean nothing to me anymore. It amazes me what people will do to hold on to their possessions. We come into this world with nothing and we will leave this world with nothing. You can’t take your possessions with you.

  I still have a few hours to kill before I have to leave to meet with Mr. Price and move into his home. My nerves are starting to get the best of me so I decide to go out and get some fresh air.

  Ten minutes later I’m walking on the local beach. The beach is one of the perks of Miami. God made some of the most beautiful places in the world for us to see and we take them for granted. I could lie out on the sand for hours and just listen to the waves.

  There are tons of people out at this time of day. I know it will be a little more crowded, but I'll take what I can get.

  Miami is beautiful today. Not too hot or humid. What a drastic change from yesterday’s heat. The sky is a light shade of blue and not a cloud in sight.

  I continue to walk a little over a mile down the coast until I find a stretch of beach that is almost deserted. I stop to lie down and just listen to the waves. If I could do this every day I would. I want to close my eyes and tuck back all my emotion. Emotions are a weakness I can’t afford.

  After several minutes my heart rate slows and my eyes become heavy. I want to stay up because I know I have to head back to the apartment soon, but my body wins the fight with my mind as usual. I fall asleep listening to the waves.