Sunday

Gloria walked to her polished BMW 3 series convertible. It had been 2 months since Suzie’s tragic death and she still missed her best friend. She needed to tell someone of the new developments in her life, how lovely it was to wake up next to Philip that morning… well maybe not that part. They hadn’t planned it. It just happened. After the funeral, they went out to coffee and she cried for another hour. They called each other up in the middle of the night and shared memories of her. Gradually there appeared a void if she didn’t hear from him everyday. She knew it was wrong. She felt so guilty but she couldn’t ignore the fluttering butterflies in her stomach when she looked at him or the smile that crept onto her lips when his name flashed up on her phone. This must mean that she was a bad person, destined straight for hell.