Image courtesy of Kelly
It is an occasion, her occasion, but my heart aches as I watch her walk gracefully. I should be cheering and celebrating with her but I can’t. I fake a smile as she walks by.
Savannah Jacobson, an elegant woman of grace, had been my friend since childhood. We always said we’d merry on the same day and have children who’d play together. However, I haven’t found Mr. Right and she is already having her first child.
I could hear laughter fading as my thought deepens. I feel like I’m losing a friend. She has stepped into a place I feel I don’t fit in. A gathering of mothers and children have displaced me. All I see are the movement of lips, kids running around mommies and expressions of laughter. I begin to feel an urge to run away when a tap on my shoulder jolts me back to the now.
“Hi, sorry. I’m not ignoring you.” she says softly.
“It’s fine. I know you’re busy with everything. You look radiant by the way and you have a beautiful glow. Just as they say. Is the gift I got you okay?”
“I love it. Thank you. Is everything okay Rebecca?”
“I’ve known you all my life. Please.”
“Yes, everything is fine.” I deny. I give her a big smile.
I know she doesn’t believe me but she leaves it at that.
Her sister interrupts and just in time, “Everyone, QUIET.”
She has our attention and I feel like sneaking way again. Savannah taps my leg. “You have to join in.”
“We are going to play a little game.”
“I really would like to just watch if you don’t mind Savannah. I’m not much of a game player. You know that.” leaning toward her ear, I whisper.
“It’ll be fun.” she whispers back.
“If everyone would please come up to the craft table.”
Savannah grabs my hand and pulls me. I follow with dread.
“The object of the game is to create a mask and the best mask wins by popular vote. There are feathers, beads, sparkles, glue and masquerade masks. Please go ahead and start as soon as I say go and I will begin the timer. As soon as the buzzer goes off, stop whatever you are doing. May the best mask win. Everyone ready, GO!.”
I dive right in and divulge myself into the craft. I begin to release all the negative as the time ticks. A half-hour later, the buzzer goes off. I have a masterpiece. I am quite impressed. Savannah looks over and smiles. I give her a real smile. I feel so silly for thinking so awful.
“It wasn’t so bad was it.” she whispers.
“No, thank you.”
“Our friendship doesn’t change, Rebecca.”
“How’d you know?”
“I know you. I know you feel out of place. You don’t have to.”
I give her a big hug as I wipe away my tear.
Prompt by Kellie Elmore for Free Writing Friday. Revised. Original post – Shower of Sadness