Rachel cursed her folly as she stood bent double, wine glass in hand, sweat gathering in her armpits and behind her knees, in a tiny cupboard in her best friend’s fiancé’s apartment. It was too small to risk shifting position without making a noise. If Stella discovered her, she’d never forgive her. She wouldn’t wait for explanations. She’d imagine the worst and that would be it. The friendship over in spite of the many years of shared secrets that should have fused them together in an unbreakable bond. She felt a trickle of fear run down the side of her breast - God, she wasn’t even wearing a bra, and she
Another great wee gem. Thank you.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you, Catherine! XX
Really can't wait for Pixies next adventure! Really enjoying your short stories too. Thank you xxx