We were inseparable, as neighbors, Sunday school friends, schoolmates, college roomies together everywhere.

Our regular haunt, this diner. The owners knew us and our preferences. Didn’t need to order.

We spent holidays together – cycling, swimming, sleepovers, book reading, sightseeing.

Our parents always knew where to find us. You found one, you found the others.

We shared it all – exam scares, teen woes, career struggles, love pains etc.

People marveled, seeing we were red and yellow, black and white.

Oh, we did have our fights & squabbles. Nothing lasted.

Until marriage, kids & families. We flew apart. Too busy to connect. Until today.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc.,Β  expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt Β© Roger Bultot

21 thoughts on “LES MOUSQUETAIRES

  1. Yes, we drift apart. I’ve only got two friends who go way back. Even people I knew a decade back have all got too busy and geographically scattered to arrange a meet-up. It’s a sad fact of life, but a reunion would be wonderful if it could be sorted, perhaps by teleportation!

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  2. Happy reunion and good observation that the thing that really keeps us apart is life, busy life and different life, at the end of everything. We need to make more effort but get caught in the moment


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