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‘At least we didn’t come as a pantomime horse, babe,’ gasped Sally.
Her mascara had regressed from black supernovae to streams of grey weeping down her cheekbones. As her best friend, I should have told her she resembled a clown panda, but it was her stupid idea we run a marathon and as my heels bubbled with blisters and pain shattered every cell of me one molecule at a time, I wondered how I was friends with a woman who can’t leave her bedroom without full make-up and a fresh coat of nail polish.
What I needed was a friend who suggested lunch in a gastropub, not a marathon; who told me how amazing I am, not how tired I looked. And who didn’t poach my boyfriends because I was sure you wouldn’t mind, cos he’s really good looking and sort of suits me more than he does you. You know?
New best friend wanted: time wasters need not apply.
For Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the photo and write a story to match.
Ha, that made me chuckle. Which was much needed…. Thanks for being a part of TLT 🙂
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Reminds me of my days when I am more than a supportive and loyal best friend year back college days. I can’t believe I tolerated her for having an illicit affair. Lovely twist!
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Nope, a “friend” like that deserves to look like a panda and not be told. 😉
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This woman has pinched her boyfriend, and now she’s dragged her to a marathon. What else has she done, I wonder. Maybe it’s a cowards way of trying to end the friendship 🙂
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Ha! Good point, Jane. She’s best shot of her, whichever way. Slough off toxic people – that’s my motto these days. 🙂
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exceptional work!
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Thank you very much, Alka. You’re very kind 🙂
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