Six Sentences on Sunday
~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
I’ve been editing this story from April 2017 camp.
“After yesterday, I didn’t think you’d come.” He looks away, biting his lip.
“We had a fight. We fight all of the time–it’s kind of what our entire friendship is built on.”
“We’re friends?” he asks, still with that small voice.
How could he not know that?