I get them all round. Friends since I-don’t-know-when. We order pizza, paint our toenails violent red, sing along to Nina Simone.
First bottle of wine, they tell me how happy I look. I pick at a slice of pepperoni; try not to grin too smugly.
Second bottle, we’re poring over photos of boyfriends-past, hooting with laughter.
Sixth bottle, suddenly they round on me. Snap the music off.
‘Actually, we wanted to talk to you. Jess…are you certain he’s the right one for you?’
Pepperoni lodges in my throat and the room spins.
Three days to go.
Word Count: 100 Words
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words, prompted by a given photo. Not easy, but a lot of fun! Click here to find out more about it.