We are a secret sisterhood: Myra, Claudette and me, Eva. I was first. As yet, we haven’t met face to face. Subterfuge and patience have provided time to develop our strategy; our children and families are unaware, but our bonds are strong. We are linked by our mission.
Chance united us – an overlooked text message. He thought the distance between three cities would protect him, cover his tracks, but he got careless.
We’re nearly there. We’ve accumulated equity, drained his accounts, booked plane tickets. We used our heads, not our broken hearts.
Our husband chose well. We are no fools.
This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photo prompt this week is wonderfully suggestive. I’ve followed an idea sparked by the fantastic Aretha Franklin song featured in the link below, and I’ve just loved revisiting this dance sequence from the movie ‘Michael’. Have a look – you won’t be disappointed.