Places To Read, An Unintentional Multipart Short Story Series – Part 6

 

On Holiday

You are there to have a lovely time. It's a break from the trials of day to day life.

But, it's still a holiday, and they can sometimes be even more stressful than the stress you're meant to be escaping.

First, there's the issue of remembering where the suitcases are. Then realising you don't have enough room in said suitcases to take your whole bookcase.

There was the debate, do you take a book you've read before, and know you like, or do you take one you haven't read before and gamble it? You'll have something new to read, a story you don't know, but if you don't enjoy it, you're stuck with it. Like a person at school, who you helped when they dropped their bag, who now follows you everywhere because they think they're your friend.

You chose to take the book you've read before. It's not risky, only if you get bored of it. You already know the story, after all.

You're staying at a caravan park, in a caravan you don't know, that isn't yours, and that you'd never even seen before today. It's cramped, your family is closer physically than they are at home, but that doesn't mean they are closer in the sense of liking each others company. Your parents want everyone to get along, and your siblings would prefer to all leave the caravan, walk in separate directions and spend their days alone, returning only for food and sleep.

You have the perfect workaround. That pesky little paperback hiding in your bag.

The sun is out, and you step out of the caravan, looking around. There isn't anywhere to sit, and leaning against the caravan isn't an option – it doesn't look very clean.

You walk around the caravan, noting with pure joy that there is an outside balcony to the caravan. Running back inside, you pull back the curtains to reveal what had previously been hidden to you, and open the door.

It might not be the biggest area, and you might not know how many people have sat in that chair before you, but the sun is shining directly onto you and your skin is practically green with the amount of suncream slathered on it.

You sit in the white, plastic chair and kick your trainers off. No need to get a tan line. You rest your legs on the edge of the balcony, wanting to cross your legs at the ankles, but also wanting a tan, to look like you'd been on holiday, even when you're secretly looking forward to going home again.

You open your book, sighing, and start to read.

I'm not sure what's going on, whether it's just my screen or not, but all the writing I seem to do is so much smaller than it usually does.

Nevermind.

I have done this – I wrote a post about it. I took The Fault in Our Stars. You can read the post here:

Story Time – The Fault In Our Stars by John Green – my relationship with the story

I would finish reading it and then turn back to the first page to start it again.

Anyway, that's if from me for now.

Bye!