My writers group have started posting a monthly prompt competition for a piece of no more than 500 words. I submitted this for the March competition and was unsuccessful so thought I would share it here instead. It’s the first time I entered – it was given as an exercise at the flash fiction workshop I went to at the end of February (as the tutor was the one who set that prompt and did this month’s judging) and I wrote it there and then typed it up and tweaked it to submit to the competion. The prompt was “The Last Request”
Claire smiled when she saw the notification. She had a friends request from Rebecca. Years ago they had been best friends before Rebecca moved away and every year or so in a fit of nostalgia she searched Facebook for her.
There were lots of people called Rebecca Smith listed. Dark haired ones like the girl she had known. Ones with obviously bleached blonde hair. And ones from all over the world. Claire always spent far too long browsing the profiles. Wondering if the girl pulling the silly face was her joker friend, gazing at the one with the shocking pink hair and remembering how Rebecca had always threatened to do that.
Her husband still socialised regularly with his school friends and Claire often went with him. She enjoyed spending time with the other couples. They were nice people and sometimes they even made her laugh. But they were very much Steve’s friends not hers. She wouldn’t get to keep them if she got divorced.
Claire had never been quite sure she had found her. Over the years she had found a few definite maybes and even plucked up the courage to send a few friends requests. But those had always got a confused message back asking who she was. Or worst still, been completely ignored. And she was left still lonely and looking for the one who got away.
They had promised to be friends forever. The night before Rebecca had moved away they had sworn in a fit of teenage optimism that the distance wouldn’t matter. In reality they had lost touch within months and 15 years later Claire regretted that.
Each friends request that was declined she told herself was the last. But until today it never had been.
As she clicked accepted and scrolled over to open the message that accompanied the request Claire had a big smile on her face knowing that this time it really would be the last request.