Tale Weaver #285

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Written for Michael’s prompt at mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285-forgiveness-july-23rd/

Feeling Alone

Veva knew that nothing which had been done in the past could be undone, she could only hope to find some forgiveness in her heart. She was not sure if that was possible.

Two weeks ago Veva heard some terrible news about an old friend. Struck by COVID Meg had not made it. She was so heartbroken at losing her friend, especially because there would be no services to honor Meg’s life. In her sad state she decided to call her coworker, with whom she had become very close with in the last ten years at the same advertising company. She knew Barb would be able to give her the sympathy she needed at this horrific time.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

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