You had me at…I hate that bitch too.
The crashing waves and Phoebe’s quiet sobs were all that broke the silence. From the verandah, the friends watched the red sun settle for the evening.
What could they say? A broken heart could not be mended with words.
A lone sea eagle screeched above.
Simone disappeared inside. Sounds of bottles opening and fridge doors closing were heard.
‘Days like this call for chocolate and wine,’ she said returning to pour the Verve and break the chocolate into pieces.
‘Too friends…who walk together in the dark and never let you feel lonely.’