This one day makes the last five worthwhile.
Forcing herself to the grocery to stock up when she’s overwhelmed by a full workweek of politics and deadlines, senses raw from the onslaught of noise and movement. Barely edging the fenders past the posts in the underground garage, battling traffic and crowded aisles. The panic, the people.
All deposited against today, when she can stay in bed with the quiet, linger over coffee and sweet cream, plant flowers on the terrace high above the street. Dirt under her nails, the sun shining for her alone.
Far above the madding crowd.
Every week, Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about feeling content. Great flashes from other writers are at the link.
99 Monkeys 
Dirt under the nails goes a long way to creating contentment. Perhaps because it grounds you (even if you are way up in the air).
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Ah, there’s nothing like that moment of delayed gratification to feel a sense of lingering contentment. I like the dirt under the nails despite the highrise.
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Thank you!
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