Friendship

crying

I can’t go inside.  Andrea parked in front of her friend’s home, watching the silhouettes move behind the curtains.

Kent moved out a week ago.  She twisted the gold band on her finger nervously. There was nothing shameful about being single. Nothing at all.  She just couldn’t handle the questions, the pity in everyone’s eyes.  Not today.

The curtains moved.  She’d been seen. She had to get out of the car.

Kent answered the door. “We’ve been waiting for you,” he said, extending his arms. She hugged him tightly, thankful, at least, for his friendship.

 

The Moral Mondays prompt this week is THERE IS NO “I” IN TEAM.  

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6 thoughts on “Friendship

  1. Wow this a great take. No one ever considers that being single, it’s hard being alone. Especially if others are all so happy together. Thank goodness for good friends 🙂

    1. Thanks! Yes, sometimes after a break up you don’t want to get the third degree from your friends, not at first anyway. You just need support.

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