I still miss Annie, in a way.
I’m told she’s unfriended me on Facebook… but I blocked her months ago.
We’d been friends from the cradle. She was my rock, my confidante, the person who could make everything right. I relied on her judgement.
“Too much,” said my mother.
“Fight your own corners,” urged my father.
After a string of failed friendships, unhappy love affairs, lost jobs and a broken engagement, finally the smoke began to clear.
It had seemed that Annie’s strength lay in putting out fires.
But then I understood she was in the business of starting them.
I dislike November – just sayin’. Still, one bright spot in the week is Friday Fictioneers, under the illustrious leadership of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Onwards and upwards to the end of the year… 😦