She opted to drive all the way rather than fly, adding as much as thirteen to fifteen hours to her journey. Maddison was positive she could cut it down to ten if she put the pedal to the metal. The SUV she hired for the trip was certainly capable of doing the job. Her day-to-day vehicle, a convertible, was in the garage undergoing servicing and would only be ready by Sunday for pickup.
Embrace the journey, not just the destination.
Despite it being nine in the morning, traffic in the central business district or CBD was relatively light when compared to earlier in the week. Maddison stopped by a cafe to have breakfast and was immediately greeted by the smell of coffee and chocolate cake, both of which she had been craving all week. Though she was an advocate for healthy living through her almost daily exercise routine and dieting, Maddison allowed herself one cheat day in a week when she could eat anything she wanted. Twenty minutes later, she was back on the road with her foot on the gas and dangerously close to the speed limit. Maddison knew that as soon as she was out of the CBD and on the motorway; the traffic lights, speed traps and speed limit signs would fall away, allowing her to make up for lost time.
Staring at the traffic light in anticipation of it’s soon transformation from bright red to green, her mind doubled back to the main reason she had chosen the long drive over a short flight: to process her thoughts. Something about being on the open road helped clear her mind and she did this whenever she was going into battle which she very well was. She loved her sister dearly but having not seen her for six months coupled with the small matter of her prioritizing her work over her love life, it made for some intense moments.
No sooner had the light turned green than she was off. Maddison could feel her muscles tense up a little as she continued to process her thoughts. From the little reading she had done, she became aware of the fact that the chances of developing complications during pregnancy or childbirth were higher in older women. The idea of having a family of her own was not something she completely opposed. It was still in her plans but right now, she had much more important and immediate goals to achieve in life. Consequently, she never really bothered to look for a man to settle down with. Granted, there were a few that were brave enough to approach her but these were men who believed they could sway her with their money and influence. The look in their eyes revealed what they truly desired: a trophy to show off to all their friends and more often than not, sex. Maddison would be nothing more than a pawn in a game of power. One sex was often heralded as conquerors for the ever increasing number of people they slept with, while the other was condemned to shame, ridicule and a host of derogatory terms. The world was slowly but surely moving away from such notions.
Slowly and that’s where the problem is.
She inadvertently ran a red light and was made immediately aware of this by the blaring of a police siren. Her rear-view mirror was filled with the familiar blue and red flash.
“Good morning ma’am, please show me your license and registration,” said the officer, both hands on his belt buckle.
I can’t believe my luck.
The flight was relatively unremarkable, with the exception of the last twenty minutes when the aircraft encountered some turbulence. It was not enough to wake up from his nap but when combined with the grumbling of concerned passengers in the cabin, he silently protested by uttering a few curse words in a low voice when he awoke from his slumber. The pilot shortly made an announcement reassuring his passengers that nothing out of the ordinary was happening, nevertheless, there were still a few pockets of dissatisfaction. Twelve minutes later, the large airliner began the banking sequence before initiating its descent. The smooth landing was greeted with audible sighs of relief from a few sections of the cabin.
Maddison managed to talk her way out of getting a ticket which inherently made her feel guilty because she generally kept things on the straight and narrow. A total of four stops had been made during the course of her road trip and currently, she was hurtling away from her fourth and final stop several kilometres out of the city of San Valentino. Apart from refuelling and using the facilities, she also stopped for meals. On more than one occasion, she fought off the urge to buy coffee or energy drinks to keep her going and instead relied on good old willpower to get her through. The sun was beginning to set, prompting her to lower the visor so she could maintain her visibility. She turned off the radio, letting the grunt of the V8 engine take its place. Motor vehicles were a sec
The first day of the conference took place in the enormous and tastefully decorated lobby on the 8th floor. No fewer than 100 delegates ranging from students, healthcare practitioners, well renowned researchers and entrepreneurs had come from all over the country. Several of the attendees were students and faculty members from sister institutions outside the country. It began at nine in the morning with an opening statement by the chairperson, which lasted exactly ten minutes. This was followed by a forty minute presentation highlighting the challenges faced by t
Maddison lay in her supremely comfortable bed staring at the ceiling of her hotel room, wondering where the time went. It was still relatively dark outside so she knew her alarm, which she had set for seven in the morning, had not gone off yet. Maddison began recollecting the events of her weekend up to this point. Her Friday was spent touring the city, visiting the movie studios where she not only made some new friends but also took a few selfies which she eventually posted on her social media accounts. Later, she went shopping for some of the season’s hottest trends
Morgan had been filled with excitement all weekend about his date with a one in a million woman. In his free time away from the conference and his colleagues, he scoured the internet for good conversation starters and sought advice from his best friend Jackson. Morgan was not the best judge of character, especially when it came to women, but he was absolutely certain about his assessment this time.Today was D-Day and all the excitement had slowly been replaced by fear and anxiety. When this happened, it was only a matter of time until his mind went into overdrive. It would
Morgan pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. The morning in Sangela City was relatively warmer than that of San Valentino, which lay close to the ocean. After unzipping his jacket, he proceeded to unload his belongings from the vehicle. Struggling under the weight of his luggage, he made his way through the front door towards the elevator. When he reached the corridor that lead to his apartment, he slowed down at the sight of a tall, shadowy figure lurking near his apartment door and slowly pulled out his phone. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Jackson, who was more than willing to help him carry his stuff into the apartment.
Maddison was in the parking lot of the Braccio Accounting Firm, waiting for her friend to show up. She extended the lease on the SUV for another week. Her prized convertible appeared to be in worse shape than she thought. As she sat in the large vehicle, she began her online search for a new car. She was not about to give up on the current one because of its sentimental value but one had to be prepared. Before she could move to the next website, the front passenger door opened.“I’m so sorry. That last bit of paper work took a little longer than I’d anticip
The sleepless nights were usually few and far between but when they occurred, the effects were almost crippling.Morgan barely obtained three hours of sleep when he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. He sat in his bed for the next six and a half minutes trying to process his thoughts while allowing dark adaptation to take place. There was something soothing about the darkness. Perhaps it was the adequate reflection of the current state of his life that it provided or the cover from the gaze of a god he had been struggling to believe in.
Sunday had come around a lot faster than he had expected. Morgan was staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, content about how he was feeling today. He had been diagnosed with moderate clinical depression and subsequently placed on psychotherapy and pharmacotherapy. The psychotherapy involved a one hour session with a psychologist every other day, except weekends and the pharmacotherapy involved a Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI) and a Benzodiazepine. The Benzodiazepine countered one of the major side effects of the SSRI that had plagued even before he was on the drug; insomnia. The irony of it all made him chuckle.Morgan got into his car and headed in the opposite direction of where he was supposed to be going for his date. He had one stop to make and more than enough time to do it. During a call two days earlier, Jackson had suggested that he should purchase a gift for her. There was no doubt that she would insist on paying for her
Morgan woke up an hour earlier than the time his alarm was set to ring, which would be six in the morning. He had been tossing and turning the whole night albeit for an entirely new reason. The text he had received the previous day was from his mother and while he was always happy to receive one from his mother or father, the contents of this particular message felt like a punch to the gut. His parents would be visiting him for the first time since he moved down to Sangela City. They were schedule to fly in the following weekend.Perched on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped together, he began to evaluate the situation. The timing could not have been worse and he began to wonder what prompted them to visit. He hadn't spoken to them in just over two months and they were definitely the type to worry. The other possibility was that Jackson had briefed them on his current situation which led them to that decision. None of that mattered now. The real iss
Maddison arrived home at thirty minutes past three oclock in the afternoon after another slow day at work. She had three and a half hours before she had to meet up with Liliana and some colleagues for drinks. Her list of activities before said meet up had been planned out early in the morning. After a quick change of clothes, she grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge and headed for the gym that was a ten minute drive away. The plan was to spend one and a half hours there which would leave her with under two hours left. This was before peak hour which meant most of the machines would be unoccupied and as an added bonus was the fact that she would be ogled throughout her time there.When Maddison finished her workout routine, she opted to shower at home instead of the gym. The trip back cut approximately ten minutes from her time but she didnt mind. She proceeded to reply to some messages she had received while in the gym and finally hit the shower.
And the hits just keep on coming.Morgan slammed the door behind him as he returned to his apartment, barely two hours after he had left the very same place for work. His neighbours would most likely take offence with his actions but, for today, he couldn't care less. He went straight to the fridge, grabbed two bottles of Ludweiser and found a comfortable spot on the couch.Once again I'm alone with my demons. This will be a long couple of weeks.His work was not only his passion but also a welcome distraction from the tumultuous events of his life. It was a problem that he had spent months running away from, hoping against hope that it would either vanish or sort itself out. He knew for a fact that there were better and more effective ways to deal with it, one of which was forced upon him today.Morgan opened one of the bottles and took a gulp. As the cold alcoholic beverage slid down his throat to prod
The sleepless nights were usually few and far between but when they occurred, the effects were almost crippling.Morgan barely obtained three hours of sleep when he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. He sat in his bed for the next six and a half minutes trying to process his thoughts while allowing dark adaptation to take place. There was something soothing about the darkness. Perhaps it was the adequate reflection of the current state of his life that it provided or the cover from the gaze of a god he had been struggling to believe in.
Maddison was in the parking lot of the Braccio Accounting Firm, waiting for her friend to show up. She extended the lease on the SUV for another week. Her prized convertible appeared to be in worse shape than she thought. As she sat in the large vehicle, she began her online search for a new car. She was not about to give up on the current one because of its sentimental value but one had to be prepared. Before she could move to the next website, the front passenger door opened.“I’m so sorry. That last bit of paper work took a little longer than I’d anticip
Morgan pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. The morning in Sangela City was relatively warmer than that of San Valentino, which lay close to the ocean. After unzipping his jacket, he proceeded to unload his belongings from the vehicle. Struggling under the weight of his luggage, he made his way through the front door towards the elevator. When he reached the corridor that lead to his apartment, he slowed down at the sight of a tall, shadowy figure lurking near his apartment door and slowly pulled out his phone. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Jackson, who was more than willing to help him carry his stuff into the apartment.
Morgan had been filled with excitement all weekend about his date with a one in a million woman. In his free time away from the conference and his colleagues, he scoured the internet for good conversation starters and sought advice from his best friend Jackson. Morgan was not the best judge of character, especially when it came to women, but he was absolutely certain about his assessment this time.Today was D-Day and all the excitement had slowly been replaced by fear and anxiety. When this happened, it was only a matter of time until his mind went into overdrive. It would
Maddison lay in her supremely comfortable bed staring at the ceiling of her hotel room, wondering where the time went. It was still relatively dark outside so she knew her alarm, which she had set for seven in the morning, had not gone off yet. Maddison began recollecting the events of her weekend up to this point. Her Friday was spent touring the city, visiting the movie studios where she not only made some new friends but also took a few selfies which she eventually posted on her social media accounts. Later, she went shopping for some of the season’s hottest trends