How does one go about to find the thing they’re good at, Teri wondered as she was once again lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
This question has been circling in her brain the day after her farewell party when she realized she no longer had a job or income for that matter. Then, there’s the matter of Harry and the kiss, should I had reacted differently, she wondered that day as she sat on the couch in the building lobby, kissed him back? After a few more moments, she decided to brush the thoughts aside and started for the apartment.
“Knock, knock,” Shelley said, followed by two more knocks before entering the room, “I thought you want to find yourself, you won’t find that in bed.”
“Somehow, I seem to do the best thinking in bed,” Teri replied, still staring at the ceiling before letting out a big sigh as if she’s already given up on searching herself and sat up in bed, “I need a loan,” Shelley raised her brow before Teri finished sentence, “of your intelligence.”
Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Loan“.
