Friday Fictioneers are preparing to launch their weekly foray into the world of the 100 word (or thereabouts) story.
As ever, Rochelle is in the driving seat, whilst the rest of us climb into place on her bus.
Thanks again Rochelle for your efforts, and for the way you manage to get around all the participants’ stories, even though there are more and more every week.
“I’m over him really, but thanks for listening.”
Ellen hugged me. “That’s what friends are for, hon.”
As a divorcee herself, she understood the emotional roller-coaster.
“Thanks for the quiche,” she called, as I drove off.
Ellen was a true friend, always so tactful. She hated quiche, almost as much as Guy loved it. I’d prepared it carefully, using mushrooms I’d located in the woods…after extensive research.
Guy was a sadistic bastard, an emotional terrorist. I’d felt for her, the moment I’d seen his boots on her porch.
So I was helping her out here; that’s what friends are for.