100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Consequences of Friendship


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The Consequences of Friendship


“Come to the country with me,” Connie said. “We’ll have fun.”
“Sure, I can use some fun.”
I slather sun screen on my face, arms, and legs before going out to the expansive lawn. The view is stunning, reflecting pools, exotic flowers whichever direction I gaze. I sigh, move on.
There is not much time for wool-gathering. The schedule here is very rigid, busy from breakfast until twilight.
As I climb up on the tractor/ mower I wave to my friend, weeding the flower beds.
I cup my hands around my mouth and shout, “I’m not having fun, you know!”




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