The End of the World as We Know It–Y is for Yucky #AtoZchallenge #amwriting

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yucky

The “oh” escaped my lips, high-pitched, definitely surprised.

Alecia smiled, nodding. “I know, right?” she said. “I’m as shocked as you are.”

Nowhere near.

I looked at Jason who wouldn’t meet my eyes. Alecia captured my hands in hers and jumped up and down just like we used to do when we were teenagers. I was supposed to do it too, jump up and down and screech because she was engaged to Jason, my Jason. My stomach did, however–bounce up and down as if on a nausea-inducing carnival ride.

“I’m happy, so happy for you,” I said, meaning it, for Alecia.

She frowned. “You don’t look well.”

“I’m feeling kind of yucky,” I said. “You know, hanging around preschoolers five days a week, constantly catching something.”

She hugged me, preschooler ailments be damned. “We’ll celebrate when you’re feeling better.”

Which felt like it might be when hell froze over, but I kept that to myself. I wouldn’t let her get hurt, even if my insides felt like they might explode. I glanced at Jason once more, met his eyes, and my imagined preschooler sickness grew in leaps and bounds and hopscotched around and suddenly my life felt like an REM song and I felt not so fine.

 

end 4/29/2017

S. Darlington

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6 thoughts on “The End of the World as We Know It–Y is for Yucky #AtoZchallenge #amwriting

  1. Great piece yucky is a great way to describe that feeling of betrayal in your stomach. Almost sick but not quite sick in the same way as having an illness. I sense Jason is going to need to do some explaining and that the friendship is going to suffer greatly because of their engagement. If your going to choose your ‘bro’ before your ‘ho’s’ for lack of better words, you better be damn sure 🙂

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