A\N this story is just a back burner story. I will not be updated often, until I have Playing The Seductress done.
Each chapter won't be very long. They were best friends. That was a long time ago-more than 4 decades to be exact- but just now, as she lay in bed listening to the winter storm raging outside, it seemed like yesterday.
In the past week, she'd lost the ability to distance herself from the memories. Too often lately in her dreams it was 1971; she was a teenager again, riding her bike at midnight with her best friend in a darkness so complete it was like being invisible. The place was relevant only as a reference point, but she remembered it in vivid detail: a meandering ribbon of asphalt bordered on either side by a deep gully of murky water and hillsides of shaggy grass. Before they met, that road seemed to go nowhere at all; it was just country lane.
Then they saw it through each others eyes. When they stood together on the rise of the hill, instead of towering trees and muddy potholes, they saw all the places they would someday go. At night, they sneaked out of their houses and met on the road. On the banks of the river they smoked stolen cigarettes, cried to the lyrics of 'Bill, don't be my hero', and told each other everything, stitching their lives together until by summers end no one knew where one girl ended and the other began. They became to everyone who knew them simply RoseandBella, and for more than forty years that friendship was the bulkhead of their lives: strong, durable, solid. The music might have changed with the decades but the promises made didn't.
Best Friends Forever
They'd believed it would last, that promise, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking old deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing.
Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she'd been telling herself it as okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she believed it.
Then she would hear the music. Their music. 'goodbye yellow brick road', 'dancing queen', bohemian rhapsody', 'yesterday'.
She eased back the covers and got out of bed, being careful not to wake the sleeping man beside her. For a moment she stood there, staring down at him in the darkness. Even in sleep, he wore a worried expression.
She took the phone off the hook and left the bedroom, walking down the quiet hallway towards the deck. There, she stared out at the storm and gathered her courage. As she punched in the familiar numbers, she wondered what she would say to her once-best friend after all these silent months, how she would start. I miss you... my life is falling apart... or simply: I need you.Please review.
