Mum made the cake, and Claire prepped the living room for sleeping bags. They’d all been so busy lately, but she knew Monica would love the snacks, Liz the horror movie. Hopefully, Kim would zip their bags together like last year.
Claire waited with perfumed wrists.
The doorbell didn’t ring.
Em Arata-Berkel enjoys creative writing, picking their own fruit, and hosting tabletop roleplaying games.
Just heartbreaking…
Very good writing. Makes me happy then so sad. The pains of growing up.
aww…this kind of sad can stay with someone their life…I hope this isn’t autobiographical..