Party of One

Sorry, I can’t make it.  I press send on the text message.  My phone buzzes in response.

??????? I can’t believe you’re missing ANOTHER one of my dinner parties.  I’m starting to take it personally, Jess responds.

I’ll be there next time.  I promise.

You better be!  We’re having a great time.

I put the phone down and curl up in bed, my dog snoozing at my feet, a new book on my nightstand.  I sip my tea and put my head against the window of my third floor apartment, watching the rain fall.

So am I, Jess.  So am I.

For Friday Fictioneers!

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