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The Best Kind of Rap
On the couch, snuggled in a throw, sipping a mug of Bailey-splashed hot rooibos tea, I listen to Roy Orbison sing, “Only the Lonely.” I feel abandoned by the present and sense no future. Snowflakes drift by outside, a flurry of past memories reminding me of what will never be again. Laughter, gentle touches, mountain vistas, scent of fresh cedar…
My reverie’s interrupted by sharp rapping at the door. Package delivery? The peekhole reveals Barb’s bright, shining face.
The opened door shows that behind her are the rest of our book club friends, holding bottles and bags.
“Hey Girl! We’re here to party!”
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Note: I am not feeling depressed, but I drew from times that I was to write today’s story. If you’re feeling this way, and no wonderful friends rap at your door, please seek a friendly voice at a helpline. It can make all of the difference.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.
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Loved this!
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Thanks, Cheryl! Glad you do.
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I’m not anonymous😄
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:)
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Nice story and great advice!
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Nancy, so happy you feel that way. Thanks :)
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Very welcome, Li.
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When friends call , the mood lifts. Nothing like good company to cheer everyone up.
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So true, James. Thank you.
About changing the ending of your story, I hope you consider putting it back the way it was.
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Thank heavens for book clubs and for books
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YES
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Friends are indeed our lifeline. (K)
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<3
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Where can I find friends like that :)
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:) Google book clubs near me.
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