The storm slammed a branch at her feet as jagged lightning raked across the charcoal sky, yet the furor was still no match for the ensuing torrent that began in her heart when he kissed her, beneath the old Palo Verde tree. Her childhood friend had, in a forward way, recast their spun sugar days into rock salt confetti that pitted her heart with uncertainty. And worse, so much worse than carefree days lost, was the cost of not one friend, but two; if she told her best friend what her boyfriend had done…to them both.      

                OWNING UP

                       by Shera Trist