Do you remember that she’d laugh but in that sharp manic way and then cover her mouth with her hand as if to apologise? She could tell you all about everything except herself; be your best friend and not ask for anything in return. Sometimes she gave so much it amounted to a barrier you couldn’t get over. I know some people said it was all an act, but it was just her and the only way she knew to get by. I worried for her sometimes. Worried that she’d one day lose the energy and the show. It happened.
100-Word Fiction: ‘What She Gave’
Published by MW Bewick
Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com View more posts