Her Name Was Patti

By Melody M Merrell

We met in Junior High. We didn’t live in the same neighborhood, or attend the same school, but our mothers were friends so we saw each other often. We were BFF’s before that was a thing. We talked almost every day and about everything, well everything important. Conversations of boys, clothes, hairstyles, teachers, how to sneak cigarettes, top 10 music and our never-understanding parents. I have thought so often and tried to remember how it happened, but I can’t. I cannot for the life of me remember how that friendship slipped away. How did I lose something so important?

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“I’ve recently started writing to stitch some of my past together, like a quilt.” – the writer

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