Drabble
A tiny drabble on the dangers of happy endings. The writing equivalant of twiddling my thumbs.
Poets were liars.
Pandora and Thomas were working. They’d had a disaster, and re-built, whilst others crumbled. Katie never thought she’d feel jealous, but here it was.
Falling meant crashing, sometimes. Freddie wanted so much, and Effy wasn’t into sharing. Occasional, irrational throbs of guilt filled her, whenever Freddie reached for Effy’s hand, and failed to touch.
Naomi was walking away again. Katie wanted to smack her sister for following, she always followed. Wanting them, that, to work was a new sensation, but heartbreak was painful to watch, whoever participated. Katie waited, felt the fear in Emily’s smile, and hoped.