“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tara swiped peach gloss over her bottom lip again.
Allie thrust the crumpled paper at Tara.
“What is that?” Tara laughed.
“I know you wrote this. About Cindy.”
“Who?” Tara checked the mirror one last time, smoothed a hair into place, and started to walk away. Allie grabbed her wrist.
“What is your issue? Take your crazy out on someone else.”
“It’s your fault if she goes through with it,” Allie called after her.
Allie’s phone buzzed. A text from Cindy:
I’m alive. Plan 2 stay that way. C U 2nite.
April 8 Prompt: Write a renewal story that proclaims “This isn’t the end; I will go on.”