I wrote a sad 6-word story yesterday. I’m feeling very sad. The story was kind of true. A friend of mine died the other day. The club we were both long-time members of put together a “We Care” package for her, with each of us bringing things we thought she’d enjoy. The member who delivered the package said we all chose well, and our friend was delighted. Of course, our friend is the sort of person who found the joy in just about anything.
So I don’t really have the regret that I didn’t let her know how much she meant to me, but I do so hate it that she’s gone. The world is poorer for her absence, although it’s richer for her having been here.
And I looked in the paper for my friend’s obituary and found an obituary for another lady I know not well but by name. I’m getting to be of that age; this will happen more and more often.
I know that on another day, the transitory nature of life will make me aware of the delicious brightness of every moment.
Right now, though, I’m sad.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character loses a friend who is not bosom-buddies close, but close enough to leave a hole in your character’s life.