Microfiction Day 130 – ‘The Easiest Friendship’

If they were lucky they saw each other twice a year.

But each time they met it was like they were back at school, seeing each other every day by their scarred lockers and spending their weekends wearing too much heather shimmer lipstick and Spice Girls Impulse body spray.

It was an effortless friendship, months apart feeling like mere minutes when they snatched an afternoon between school runs or a rare Sunday wandering the dahlia garden of their favourite stately home.

Every conversation would start with “do you remember when…” as their laughter lines creased together in comfortable, easy unison.