Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Romantic Friday Writers Challenge 'Oh, how I hated my beautiful friend.'
With no door to slam, I pushed a chair into the desk with the full force of my anger. It crashed to attention, bounced back and slammed into my thigh. Now I was injured and embarrassed and my jealousy was compounded by humiliation. Lola stood grinning like an insane Cheshire cat. As much as I wanted her to melt away as that iconic cat, I knew that like that cat, she would only reappear to surprise me. Oh, how I hated my beautiful friend with her sleek hair bobbed under her ears framing her delicate features and her large dark eyes watching my reaction to her promotion. It was always Lola. Eighth grade spelling test: Lola; gymnastics prize: Lola; hit song by the Kinks in 1970: L.O.L.A. Lola.
‘Be happy for me Maxine’, she simpered.
My salutation was false and tasted bitter. ‘Congratulations, Lola.’
Satisfied we were companionable, Lola turned on her high heels and left through the sliding glass doors. They parted reverently for her and judged me as they closed on my pettiness. The bruise on my leg matched the one on my pride and there was a hole in my stocking. I thumped the desk. With each smack I was crushing Lola’s being, squishing that pretty face, grinding her to nothing. I thumped until it was me I was squishing, me I was pounding to nothing. That’s how Blake found me that evening, crumpled to nothing in the corner of our kitchen floor, jealousy and rage and a shredded school year book lying all about me.
‘Lola got it didn’t she.’
‘Like she always gets everything.’
‘Not me,’ he cooed, ‘Not tonight.’
As I melted into his chest, I knew he was right.
Tonight and forever I had the one thing Lola would never have.
Oh, I pitied my beautiful friend.
Word count: 304