We once promised to cross the imaginary line when we’re both single at 30. He surely have forgotten that, I don’t.
Partners in crime since we’re three, our friendship has gone a long way already. Always, we drifted apart when he falls in love, which happened a lot!
“Hey clumsy, what are you thinking,” he said as he adjusts my sandal’s faulty buckle.
“You know, I can fix your clumsiness forever.”
“You are turning thirty now and we have a pact…”
Our intense locked eyes, our flushed cheeks, our rapid heartbeats and our in sync, silent breaths finally signalled the ending of our almost three-decade-long friendship.
Word count: 110
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 12, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for the lovely prompt, Priceless Joy!