Her friends called her “Stripes”, but no one could remember why. She was the strong one, the friend they all came running to when things weren’t going right. She always knew the right thing to say. Nobody thought to ask her how she was feeling until it was too late.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “stripes”
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