Flash Fiction


“Hey!” she murmured feeling as though any second she was going to throw up, “Remember the time there was you, me, and that enormous bottle of Tequila Silver?” She finally asked him, her best friend of X-number of years, Rafe.
He shot her a grin looking both astoundingly handsome and ridiculously happy as he smiled at her. His blond hair was pushed back behind his ears, still, too long, she thought randomly before meeting the blue eyes staring back at her.
“Wow,” he said with a shake of his head. “That was some night,” he added.”Happy times, eh Jess?”
“The best,” she confirmed loosing herself in the memory of that night. Her boyfriend had become her ex and in the space of days he’d taken just about everything he could from their place and left her with a spot available on the romantic break in Spain they’d booked. Unable to get her money back Rafe had suggested he go with her instead. Sun, fun, and laughter had filled the days and in the evenings, wine, good food, and this wonderful man had filled the nights. All very celibate, though.
“I have something to tell you,” he said the words she was thinking at that very second and she sucked in a breath ready to speak.
“I’m…”
“I’m…” They both said at the same time. “Go ahead,” she murmured putting off the moment again.
“I’m getting married,” Rafe announced. “Her name is Rebecca , she’s a doctor and…!”
She felt it then, a sharp pain inside at his words as she cut out the flowing praise he was uttering as he spoke about the woman he was going to marry. She had to be happy for him, didn’t she? She nodded, bobbing her head a number of times as she absorbed his words. “Congratulations,” she finally mustered.
“Thank you,” he reached for her hand and held it within his own. “It doesn’t change us, we’re still best friends aren’t we Jess?”
“No, of course…” little did he know that had been part of the speech that she’d had planned in her head when she’d arranged this lunch.
‘Hey, remember the tequila,’ she’d planned to say, and then follow it with, well that night when we got a little carried away it seems that now I’m pregnant,’ she was going to say to him, ‘your the father.’. Only she couldn’t say any of that now. She couldn’t spoil his happiness.
“Here she is now, I really want you to like her Jess,” Rafe murmured.
Looking up Jess groaned as she recognised the woman coming towards them. Doctor. Right. She groaned again because of course, it was the locum doctor who’d confirmed her pregnancy just a few days ago. What were the chances.
She was so never drinking tequila again…

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