Monday, July 28, 2008

Long Lost Friends

Inspired by "Holler at them down these hallowed halls" from "Tables and Chairs" by Andrew Bird.

Ayn's story can be found here.

Her laugh was thunder on the quad – loud, sudden, and unmistakable.

“Ashley?!” Years ago, I would have run and tackled her joyously. I was no longer so energetic.

“Emily?” she asked, shocked. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” I should be the surprised one. “You disappeared without a trace. We searched, but…”

“John was redeployed. We had to leave immediately. I lost track of you in the shuffle.” She was crying. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

I pulled her brittle bones into a fierce hug. “You should have called.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I missed you.”

1 comment:

ayn said...

I think I made a comment about another one of your drabbles showing signs of nostalgia. =) *hug*

I like how differently how stories turned out from this quote.