“Don’t be such a drama queen.” Glenda smirked at Roger across the handlebars of her bicycle. Honestly, the boy should be on stage.
“But…”
“No, seriously. Every time Alan gets mad at you, you go into hysterics. The world is ending. He’s leaving for real this time.” Glenda waved her hands dramatically over her head. “And every time, he has no idea that you’ve created this whole epic scenario. Every time.”
A single tear rolled down Roger’s face. “But this time it’s the truth. Alan just broke up with me. He’s moving to Boston.”
Glenda’s hands and face fell in unison. Damn. Even a broken clock was right twice a day. She’d just put her foot in it. “I’m so sorry, Roger. Come on. Let’s go to my place and make brownies.”
Roger sniffed and nodded his head. “Thanks, Glenda. You’re the best.”
Glenda knew that wasn’t true. She’d just screwed up bigtime. But she also knew her bestie’s go to when the world unloaded on him. Brownies fixed everything, at least for a little while. Even a broken heart.
I built this story from the words truth, queen, and bicycle. We never know when someone’s worst imaginings might come true. I wanted to avoid the possibility that perhaps Roger had driven Alan to break up with him with his overreacting. Hence the move to Boston. Why Boston? No idea. It was the first place that popped into my head.
Have you ever got caught out when you were fresh out of sympathy and someone’s disaster scenario was true this time? It just occurred to me that this is a “little boy who cried wolf” story. What’s yours?
Also, the image I used, again from Dream Studio, is quite imperfect. The girl’s face is off, especially her eyes. It’s not that Dream studio is inferior to Midjourney. I’m conserving its use as I haven’t decided whether or not to pay for it. When I create on Midjourney, by the time you see an image, it’s probably been through at least a dozen iterations. This one only went through two.
Here’s an image from Midjourney, just because.
A good friend is a precious thing ❤️