Image by Danielle Suzanne Photography.
“You’re going to miss me, right?”
She finally said it. Susie had been wondering if Tine would ever actually verbalize it, or if she would continue to keep her feelings bottled up.
“I love you Tine. You know that. I’m not going to go off to college and forget you.”
She shifted her weight on the old table in their secret place, an abandoned home on the outskirts of town. Her slight movement brought up a small cloud of dust. She sighed and then coughed a little when she inhaled. They laughed.
“We really should have cleaned this place up when we found it. When was that, eight years ago?”
“At least,” Susie said with a smile. “Right after we became blood sisters.”
Tine’s shoulders drooped a bit.
“I wish I could go away to school. But-“
Susie pushed Tine’s long curly hair behind her ear. “Your mom needs you. Nobody would be around to take care of her. You’re making a huge sacrifice, but it’s one of love.”
Tine tried to look her in the eye but only made it up to the blue and white stripes of her shirt. “I’m afraid I’ll resent her. I’ll keep seeing your facebook statuses, and everyone else’s and I’ll be able to see every single little thing about living away at school that I’m missing. I’ll see it but never experience it.”
Susie didn’t know what to say to her. What could she say? She noticed the handprints they kept leaving in the dusty surface of the table. The room was littered with their handprints from the past eight years.
“I’m sorry. You’ll visit me though, right? And I’ll make sure you have a whole semester’s worth of fun in a weekend!”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll even get you laid.”
At that Tine started laughing and shoved her in a hard but playful way, forcing Susie to jump off the table and land on her feet.
“Bitch!” she said with a humor-filled tone so Tine would know she was kidding. “Now I’m only going to hook you up with ugly guys!”
Tine started laughing at looked at her watch.
“I should really go. Mom will need to eat soon. And I have some chores.”
Susie walked over to her and took her hand. “You’re my best friend, Tine. And nothing will ever change that.” Tine held on for a brief moment and then made her way to the door.
“Love you.”
She stopped with her hand on the knob and didn’t turn back. “Love you, too.”
A Flash of Inspiration 
