Another week, another Friday Fictioneers. As always, a huge thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, author, illustrator, and all-round lovely person, celebrating her fourth anniversary as leader of this group of characters. Thank you to Peter Abbey for supplying a photo that took me back!
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Word count: 100
We met on her birthday. September 18, 1981. She had just turned 17.
How many times I entered the locker room to the sound of “Daaaaaaa-yo! Me say Daaaaaaa-aaaa-aaaa-yo! Dale no come ‘coz she’s gone to French!” sung at the top of their lungs. Roxanne and Caroline, long-time friends.
Somehow, it became Roxanne and me.
Never could I have guessed how deep our friendship would become: love, heartbreak, marriages, births of children, death, heartache, divorce and laughter, so much laughter. There for each other through thick and thin.
And then it wasn’t. A fence went up. And now it’s too late. She’s gone.