It wasn’t that big of a deal, not these days anyway, but Sue was convinced she faced an uphill battle. What if they didn’t believe her? What if they laughed, or ran away, or worse – ignored her completely? What if she was accused of keeping some big secret from those that she loved?
These thoughts, these fears. Like shadows formed of black holes.
Sue opened the kitchen door.
The gathered barely looked up from the Bargain Buckets that slid around the table like hockey pucks.
“Guys,” she coughed. “Guys, I…”
“We know.” They replied in a greasy chorus. “We know.”
Check it out, I wrote something without being silly! Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. PHOTO PROMPT submitted by ©Amanda Forestwood.
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