PROMPTuesday #105

I'm on a roll, two weeks in a row for doing the PrompTuesday over at San Diego Momma. I ran out of time and ended up in a block on this one, but I am OK with what I had.

SO, for today’s exercise, I’d love you to add to the sentences provided below. Complete the paragraph and continue the story.

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“Wait!” I screamed after her. “Your hat!”

She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh veil fluttered beneath my fingers…

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“Wait!” I screamed after her. “Your hat!”
She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh veil fluttered beneath my fingers…
And she was gone. I wanted to believe that maybe she left the hat for a reason. Like she would come back for it and we could have the talks we used to have. Deep down though, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Deep down I knew she was never coming back. This was it. All I had left of our friendship was this hat. I guess I could put it in a box and on the shelf, and never look at it again. I’m not sure I could do that yet, that’s too much closure and I am not ready for it.

Looking back I should have known she would not be one of those forever friends. She was volatile and always going a hundred miles an hour. Changing thoughts and ideas more than anyone I ever met. But I felt comfort in that. It was so unlike my life that I felt maybe I needed the energy she had to shake things up a bit for myself. I ignored my gut feeling that trouble was lingering. I was having fun and the energy was rubbing off on me. I was recharged. Alive.

Then things started changing, she was dismissing my calls and we drifted apart. I tried on many occasions to connect with her again. But she was not as keen. I was hurt and deflated. I felt so lost with my friend and energy gone. I heard through friends she had gotten in trouble, I tried to reach out to her. Recounting all the fun we used to have together, trying to get her back to me. But again it was a lost cause. This went on for years. I was never one to give up. But after years and years I really gave up hope. And began to ask myself why I was really putting in this much effort.