Thank you as always to Rochelle for providing us with Friday Fictioneers. When I first started this story I thought I was going somber, but then, well, that old muse said, nope. Let’s go happy. So we did. I hope you enjoy. (Many thanks, Muse!)
Best Friends Ever!
Have you ever woken and realized you really needed better friends?
I did. In a wheelchair in the center of Glasgow.
Fortunately, it was at the height of summer so I didn’t freeze. But it was also the height of summer equaling tourist season with multiple eyes viewing me as something unsavory, something pathetic, as I drooled from too much partying before the flight (evidently) from hell.
Bottled water appeared before me. I glanced up into aqua blue eyes. Mr. Darcy?
“Drink up. Can I just say, you need better friends?”
I slurped, dreamily. I have the best friends ever.
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She’s found a new special friend thanks to her mean old friends
lol I like that! 🙂 Thank you!
You’ve been in Glasgow after a Saturday night out then? Definitely something you might actually see! 🙂
Sometimes it takes a stranger to come to the rescue. Presumably the “friends” are continuing the party elsewhere.
With friends like she has, who needs enemies? Good thing this kindly gent came along.
Mr. Darcy. as in the proprietor of Pemberley, out of the pages of Austen? Lovely when characters leap into “real” life 🙂
Well, in her state, it’s hard to know whether it’s actually Mr. Darcy or a man who looks like the actor from the film. 🙂 Many thanks!
i admire her courage. did she check the cap for any sign of tampering? i hope so.
Dear Sascha,
In the friend department she can start with Mr. Darcy. 😉 Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think so. Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂
Serendipity steps in very nicely here.
So true! 🙂
Wait… Wait! Wait! Wait! They left her unconscious in a wheelchair in the middle of Glasgow? That’s not just bad friends. That’s borderline criminal. Or is that a metaphorical waking? Either way, unless they knew Mr. Darcy would be coming along, she definitely needs better friends.
Yep. She needs new friends and probably her own metaphorical awakening to realize it. Thank you! 🙂
With friends like those, she doesn’t need enemies. Poor woman. Mr. Darcy to the rescue.
I agree. She needs new friends! Thanks for reading!