“It’s going to take a while but I am going to get there.” Melanie was forceful. Melanie was adamant but was she convincing?
“What are you waiting on?” Cynthia was oh too familiar with saying that phrase to her friend.
Melanie dropped her head looking for the imaginary fist that had just punched her in the gut. She pulled in a long…long, long breath through her nostrils before she projected her eyes on to her old friend.
Cynthia recognized the expression projected on to her and worked to decode it, piece by piece. “So you want ‘It’ right?
There was silence on the other end of the conversation. Only bright, round eyes fixed in her direction. “Um, Melanie. Are you in there girlfriend?”
Melanie took another slow breath before exiting her stupor. “Um…” Gulp! “Yeah…um yeah. Of course I want ‘It’.” Her eyes slipped from her friend’s face to the floor tracing the diagonal design of the tiling pattern.
Soon Melanie’s eyes was tracing the design of Cynthia’s shiny leather pumps. Her friend had snuck up on her without any warning. “Guess what Mel. ‘It’ is reachable. You see it, right?”
CHImedia 