A Long Time Coming - Original Writing

A Long Time Coming - Original Writing

The kettle in the background whistled, and Rachel Baxter sluggishly

stood up from the sofa to prepare a strong brew of coffee. All she

wanted was a coffee, strong, black and no sugar. She had had a long

night catching up on all the paperwork, which was meant to have been

prepared for her manager's press conference that morning. Of course

this meant she would have to go in early that morning in order to get

it to him on time. To her it was critical to have a cup of coffee

every day, especially this early. She grabbed the cup of coffee, and

sat down at the table. She firmly pressed her lips against the cup and

sipped at the revitalizing drink as she flicked through a travel

brochure that had come through the post. While looking through it she

realized what she really needed was a holiday. She hadn't been on a

proper holiday in two years, or at least not since she broke up with

her boyfriend. Then of course she had to admit that the busy hustle

and bustle of life in New York made time pass quickly.

As she considered the different places she could travel to, she

remembered being told about a small island off the coast of

Massachusetts. Her mother, who had been brought up on Nantucket

Island, had told her many stories about when she was young. It was

apparently a quaint little island, surrounded my many beautiful

beaches. This sounded exactly what she needed, and so went to the

phone to call her manager and ask for holiday leave. She felt sure her

request would be accepted as she had often worked many hours overtime

when many of her other colleagues were off enjoying themselves for a

week or two....

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... area and town. When

evening finally approached, she went home and decided to settle into

the couch and watch a film in front of a cosy fire. She had a very

satisfied feeling as she sipped her cup of hot chocolate, with melting

marshmallows on top.

The day that she was to leave Nantucket Island finally had arrived and

she was in many ways glad that her holiday had come to an end. She had

had enough excitement for a while! She had had a terrible experience,

but in the end she had come out triumphant, she had solved her

mother's murder and could now look to the future with a positive

attitude, something she hadn't been able to do since her mother's

death.

Rachel smiled to herself; "This had been a long time coming," she

quietly said to herself as she merged into the crowd that was boarding

the ferry for home.