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A Best Friend’s Mess

“Here.” I said, throwing the dustpan and brush in my friend’s general direction. She caught them with a stunned expression, holding them away from her as if they had somehow turned into a poisonous snake that was threatening to bite her.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” she asked, looking at me with that face. Clearly she thought I’d lost it again. I say again, I don’t mean to sound like I ‘lose it’ often! I’m just a little eccentric, not insane, just eccentric. However, my personality is a completely different explanation for a completely different story and not one I will ever take the time to go into. So back to the dustpan and brush.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” she asked, looking at me with that face.

“You use there to sweep up mess.” I told her, drawing out my words and painting on a smile. Sulkily she mouthed the words back at me while bobbing her head from side to side.

“I know their purpose.” she scowled. “What I meant is, what do you expect me to do with them right now!”

I shrugged.

“You’re the one with the mess, not me.” I said. Diving for the cupboard under her stairs I rummaged around until I found the broom. It still had the flipping tag attached to it!

“Well this has had a lot of use.” I mumbled, ripping off the tag and turning back to my friend.

“So where do you want to start?” I asked, looking at her as she stood there in the doorway to her sitting room, dustpan and brush hanging loosely in her hands. Last night’s makeup still stained her cheeks and I could see her hand itching to touch the spot on her chest where the necklace used to rest.

“Why are you here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. “I was horrible to you.”

“Yes you were.” I agreed, adding a firm nod to the sentiment for emphasis. “You were horrible last week, but now its this week and we have mess to clean up.”

“I don’t understand! You should hate me!” she said, her eyes threatening to flood again.

“Hey!” I warned, pointing at her with the handle of the broom. “No more of that you hear, at least not over me!”

Scrubbing the back of her hand across her face she managed to only spread out her mascara a little further and clock herself with the brush.

“Now.” I said, putting my best game face on. “Which mess shall we start with? The one in the sitting room or what he’s left of that heart?”

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers here on Writing and Works.

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