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.