Lily felt depressed and didn’t know why. She avoided the news and the internet. Her friends fought constantly on Facebook over the news of the day, and the tension made her body feel heavy, like a ship’s anchor falling deeper into the dark water.
At 6PM on Friday, Lily was on the bus, coming home from a long day as a cashier at Walgreen’s. Her eyes stared down at the dirty floor of the Q64 bus and she thought about the laundry to do this weekend; she had no other plans.
The bus approached the stop directly across from Lily’s small house, the one she inherited from her parents. Lily looked up, out the window. The front lawn was brown and uneven. Lily thought about her late father, a gardening perfectionist, and how he would be disappointed in her. It’s no wonder she felt depressed. She would never be good enough.
But then, through the window, she noticed Eddie on the front porch, waiting for her. He wore a newly-pressed uniform and his dufflebag was at his side.
He was back from Iraq. And Lily was depressed no more.