It’s Wednesday, so time for Friday Fictioneers! I took a break last week because, let’s face it, Christmas and stuff got in the way! I’m sure you will all forgive me! This was a repeat prompt for many but not for me. Thank you, as always, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this shindig. A big thank you to Jean L. Hayes for supplying this wonderful photograph.
Just realised it is the last FF for 2015 so to all of you, Happy New Year! May 2016 bring you much joy, good health and happiness!
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Word count: 100
Cup of Tea
We met on her seventeenth birthday, September 16, 1981. Her locker was kitty-corner with mine.
She had the most wonderful laugh – ever. It started deep in her belly and exploded with an abandon to be heard for, I want to say miles, but that would be exaggerating! Let’s say, heard throughout the locker room, and just outside the doors!
That laugh did get her into trouble at times – even at my house. “Roxanne!” my mother would bellow from upstairs, as we let loose in my room.
What I wouldn’t give to have one more cup of tea with her.