You must be joking.
She raised her downcast eyes to meet her most bosom friend's.
They hadn't met for a year now.
(She and Janice were in the same university in England, but Janice had chosen to stay there while she returned to the Garden City.)
Look, why don't you move in with me for the timebeing and-
But what about him?
Exactly, what ABOUT him?
(Janice was a firm feminist.)
She could never have explained her Love for him.
(It was just there,
And always would be.)
I Love him.
Too much for me to let go.
Janice sank into her chair, gazing at her friend in disbelief.
What's happened to you, Nina?
You've changed.
She picked up her Gucci leather handbag, her crisp suit creasing as she got up.
You've changed.
Downing her martini in one gulp, Janice shot her a look, and walked out of the pub, Fendi high heels making clicking noises on the tiles.
And she was left alone in the Darkness (not counting those ridiculous mirrored disco balls hanging from the ceiling) once more.
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1 comment:
I like the way you wrote (It was just there, / And always would be) in faded grey. It shows how much it would stay, like a grey smudge on stark white paper, the (un)forgotten love she had for him.
Oh, disco balls in the darkness.
They can't light the way.
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