Flash Fiction (Prompt-Unrequited Crush)

She sat in the same booth every day, staring at her computer screen. It was my favorite, but I never tried to take it if I arrived first. I let her sit closest to the fire because I didn’t want her to get cold. I watched her type away at the keys and wondered what was going through her mind. I didn’t know what she was working on, but she always seemed so focused, so intent. In my mind, she had to be a writer. The way she laughed to herself and sometimes even cried.

I wanted to read her words and know her every thought. She was so graceful in her chaos – disorganized but serene. Sometimes her hair was up in a messy bun, and others it hung loosely past her shoulders, like cascading waves of sunshine. She didn’t look up often, but when her sparkling eyes met mine it felt like she could see right through my soul. Her smile made me smile back, no matter what kind of day I was having, but her laugh could turn my whole day around.

She didn’t know my name as we had never spoken. To her, I was a stranger, barely registering to her as she went about her day. Someone who randomly happened to enjoy the same café. She would never know that I planned my day around this, around her. That upon accidentally crossing her path, I kept returning to this place hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I had to be careful to space out my visits so that she didn’t catch on.

I had to master the art of looking without looking because I didn’t want to creep her out. I just wanted to bask in the radiance of her presence as often as I could. Each time I had my lunch break there, I made up a different name for her. Could it be Diana, Melody, or Saphire? There didn’t seem to be a name that could equal such beauty.

I sipped my coffee and wondered if I would ever have the courage to say hello —to introduce myself and maybe shake her hand. I imagined what her voice would sound like, and the way she would say my name. I finished my last sip and smiled to myself as I walked away. I wasn’t brave enough today, but maybe another day…

Wild Women

This is for the wild ones

Those who roam free and refuse to be tamed

The ones who don’t fit into boxes

And won’t take up less space

Those unwilling to quiet their voices

Making sure their words will be heard

Ricocheting off the sides of mountains

And reverberating through the hills

Waking the world up with the call from their souls

Unashamed to stand proud as they are

Fierce, Fearless, and Fiery

Fighting for a future only they can see

This One is for the Girls

When I feel like giving up, I remind myself who this is for.

It is for the little girl I once was.

The one that sat beneath the stars, dreaming of who she could be.

For the old woman I’ll be someday, proud of who I fought to become.

And every version of me that exists in between.

It’s for my daughters,

And my daughter’s daughters.

And every other girl with stars in their eyes and dreams in their hearts.

For every woman who yearns for more.

For me, for her, for all of us.

I need to show it can be done.

And pave the way for those that come behind me.

Following My Soul’s Call

I quit my job and started my own business in the middle of a global pandemic. You might think I’ve lost my mind. And you may be right, it’s too early to tell. But I do know this — it feels so damn good!

It’s a little scary but extremely exhilarating. Truthfully, I feel more alive than I have in a long time. I’ve been set free!

I had been unhappy at my job for years. I was bored and unchallenged. The atmosphere of my office was sucking the life out of my soul. The idea of spending another 30 years there was suffocating.

I knew I wanted to pursue my passion, but I wasn’t sure how to start. Luckily, my first copywriting client found me. She connected with one of my pieces and requested I write one for her business. She loved it and wanted more.

I decided to take a leap! I made a plan and set a timeline. If I wasn’t able to make an income within 3 months, I’d have to look for another job — and I really didn’t want to do that.

At first, I felt like I jumped out of a plane and was trying to build a parachute on the way down. Thankfully, I’ve landed a couple more clients. One for a pretty big project that should keep me busy for a few months.

I believe in myself, and I trust the process. I’ve never been more certain that if you’re brave enough to take a step — the path will appear. I’m learning to tune into my inner voice more, aware that my passion is connected to my purpose.

Life is too short to tiptoe our way through — hoping to make it safely to death. It is meant to be lived fully and enjoyed! Sometimes you have to take risks and bet on yourself. If not now, when? There is never a perfect time.

All we are guaranteed is this moment. Why not take a swing? Even if you miss, you won’t have to live with the regret of never trying.

Xoxo

Tasha

P.S. If you’re intrigued by what I’m doing and want to learn more, please check out my website @natashalink.com.