50 Word Non-Fiction: Friendship – Batch 11

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I run up and down

the green hills at the park.

My dog bounds at my side

with a wag and a bark.

Then the time comes

when my dog isn't here,

but our friendship remains,

I still feel her so near.

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The robin at Stonehaven Harbour flits lightly from my head, giving cheerful serenades. A crow in Menzieshill caws twice before swooping from its perch for offered food. And an allotment mouse, bright-eyed as it collects dandelion clocks for a nest.

We thrive on mutual trust.

Are we ever friends?

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He sniffed at his dead friend lying on the floor. Fergus had been alive only moments ago. The master was upset, tears on his cheeks. Someone offered him a biscuit, but he didn't take it, but he made sure to lift his leg against the counter on his way out.

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‘No lilacs!’ my soon-to-be-bride best friend shouted at her mom.

‘But purple and white is your dream theme. Lilacs are perfect,’ her mom reasoned.

‘I want Mona to catch my bouquet, she's allergic.’

She gave up a lifelong dream for my small discomfort. I was speechless.

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What we do for each other

Hugs! Endless cups of tea while we cry in sorrow - and you tell me that tomorrow will be brighter. We can sit in silence and inspire each other. Reminding ourselves that we are fighters: with phone calls, cuddles, laughter, and friendship.

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Summer: fingers rainbow-sticky, M&Ms more tasty when shared. She can't open her 7up. I reach, help, and boom! Clothes, hair, bed, now sugar sweet as her face. She erupts too; it's two minutes before she can speak. She'd shaken it behind her back. The first mischief these nine-year-olds will share.

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Salena entered the room, drowning in loneliness. Karen appeared, always crafting something, always smiling. She held her arms open, ‘Hello, welcome to Ayrshire Crafters,’ she said warmly. Week by week, the group pulled Salena from the darkness. Their friendship became her lifeline, a thread of hope crafted into every moment.

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The game we coined was ‘ice cream truck’. The ingredients - you, me, and the trailer of Dad's battered pick-up. We hissed when we clambered in, retreating from metal warmed by unbearable midday sun... still, I served you a scoop of my imagination, and you demolished it in one bite.

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We met beneath an oak's shade, sheltering from the sweltering Louisiana sun. My thoughts drift to you from this cooler shore, cresting across time and the waves, only to sink.

I wish I were beside you, curling my toes into the lawn. I'm alone now. Washed up with the tide.

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