Here’s another one of these flash fiction pieces. The details are here if you’re interested. A hundred words based on this picture.
“They’re wrong for each other.”
This comment was no surprise. She’d been building up to it all during the drive, pulling apart her old friendship the way a bored cat will with a dead bird.
“She’s your best friend, Stella. She’ll still be your best friend.”
Her eyes flashed. “You think that’s what I’m talking about? That I’m losing my friend? Jesus. Typical. You always need to make these things about you.”
He looked past her, toward the bar tucked amongst tall glass cases of brightly-lit crystals.
Who the hell holds a wedding reception at the Exxon Hall of Minerals?