“How did this happen?” Fran stood at her car still reeling. She never wanted to teach, in fact; she wasn’t a teacher and had protested, adamantly, but Trish had desperately needed her help. Years had gone by. Years… That wasn’t the worst of it; they’d known each other almost forever.
Trish had gotten a call, a complaint. She knew better but called Fran into her office anyway. “They said there was a photo and would forward the link. I had to hotline you. This is your last day, I’m sorry.”
Stunned Fran stammered. “We’re more than colleagues.” “I said sorry.” “But I thought we were friends.”
100WCGU – Week#176
The prompt for this week is:
…but I thought we were friends…