Flo and I sat on the floor watching old romances and bawling over the 'perfect love' being told of in them, after we had finished off the ice-cream. We were going to die ugly, unlike those beautiful couples.
I would have said that we'd die as lonely spinsters but now that Flo was married and pregnant with her first child, the statement would become false. I was going to die as a lonely cat lady.
Except I was not preferential to cats as compared to cute pups. So I'd have to make a will leaving all my possessions to my canine friends- Pegasus, Diplodocus and Jaganath, who were popularly known as Peggy, Doc and Jug respectively.
They were also lying around the living room floor, with varying amounts of interest in the movie and me. Jug had his black-blue head resting on my lap and was eagerly watching the TV, while Doc had his head in his feeding bowl with kibble all over his longish golden fur. Peggy was sniffing around the couch eagerly, prompting me into writing a mental note to take the piece of furniture to be cleaned.
We sniffed and wiped our cheeks with our towels, just because we're eco-friendly and don't want to waste tissues when we know perfectly well that we will bawl during movie nights. It's a pet peeve of mine, wasting and unnecessary use of stuff.
It was kinda nice, really, just sitting with your bestie, full with ice-cream she made for you and crying together, at the unfairness of life. Having a shoulder to comfort and support me and two fists which would protect me was a really nice feeling. I just hoped I'd be able to return all this kindness Flo was showing me.
Looking at the small baby bump of my best friend, I felt I would be able to help her through at least that one thing perfectly.
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Curl By The Fire
General FictionEXCERPT: Sorry, I just realised I hadn't told you about myself at all. My name is Mia Daye. I'm going on 28, hails from India and now works at Oxford as a Professor, specializing in Norse and Greco-Roman Mythology. I know it sounds terribly boring...
