Miami Beach

Every now and again, I take the time to leave the house and go on a trip of my own when George wasn't around. I had plenty of opportunity to travel and it was one of my pastimes when the seasons were good or I simply had the fancy to go somewhere. I took a liking to Miami and its sunny atmosphere since it was closer to home than the islands across the globe, not that I would neglect the latter if times are good. Ever since my first visit, there had been many more for years. George even took notice and bought me a penthouse apartment there for me for our anniversary one year. We hardly spent any time there together and I was often left to bringing either my girlfriends or traveled alone. It was a very lively place, and often I had thought that I could alleviate my boredom through its numerous interesting sights and sounds. If that didn't work, socializing normally substituted. Summer was somewhat likened to the best time, as I often had access to the less congested areas that was reserved for paying VIPs. As one of the places to be for the rich and famous, it was a paradise getaway for me.

I settled my bags down at my lavishly decorated two story apartment and took a moment to look out at the ocean view at night. The flight had been uneventful, leaving me constantly having to rely on the in flight entertainment to keep my spirits up. This time around, I was alone, preferring nobody's company for the time being to recuperate from a long week ever since George left for Asia. He had promised to come back after a few days, but he was never one to keep to his promises then. He always said what he felt like I wanted to hear. I caught onto it after the third time he disappeared from the house, leaving me to my usual devices. With a long deep sigh, I turned to get myself to ready myself for a nice long bath, picking up the new Iphone I had purchased last month from my Gucci handbag, attempting to flick through it as I walked.

It was then when I realized that something was odd. The screen seemed to flicker and fizzle for several moments, with the screen freezing for a good long minute. It earned a frustrated tapping from my fingers as I tried to figure out what was going on. It was gone after a short time, and it left me wondering whether the damn thing was faulty. I took a moment to check my Facebook notifications, making sure to mention that I was in Miami for the week. A number of replies came through almost immediately. It so seemed that some of my old friends were here too, and they proposed a meetup sometime later. With an expression of neutrality, as these so called 'friends' were much like the hanger ons from back home, I made no promises to them, hoping that none of them would hop to a sudden night time phone call. After I felt like I was done browsing my feed, I got myself undressed for a luxurious bath to wash the stress of the plane flight away, placing the phone on the bathroom counter, ignoring the strange persistent flickering on the screen.