Action: Having a conversation
Word Count: 97
Widowed recently, Jane was reluctant. But her childhood friend, now dying, insisted they all gather. A decades-overdue reunion.
The festive picnic cloaked the occasion’s somber undertow. Someone suggested playing their long-forgotten game: For every watermelon seed in your slice, you must share an embarrassing story.
Laughter and teasing ensued with each reminiscence.
Jane’s turn again. Unprepared, her heart flooded. Powerless to control the feelings, she burst into tears recalling her first love.
The balding, fleshy man beside her gently patted her ringless hand, whispering in her ear words no one else could hear.
Her eyes sparkled anew.