I found my friend Rosey sitting in her garage looking rather sad. “What’s up?” I asked. She said she’d lost some of her friends. I remembered a quote I saw online.
“In life we never lose friends, we only learn who the true ones are”
She adopted one of her confused expressions; not the ‘totally confused’ one, but the ‘not-entirely-sure-what-you-mean’ version. She shook her head and started burrowing through the rubbish. I ducked as a bucket flew towards me.
“What are looking for?” I asked.
“Friends” she shouted. Now it was my turn to look confused.
“Series three and five of Friends”.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. Thanks to Douglas M MacIlroy for this week’s photo.