A Friend

Caller ID read simply.

Janet Markley.

“Fuck” Rose hissed in surprised anger, having completely forgotten how she had made plans to meet with her friends today. Which she was going to give herself a pass for considering everything going on.

Still she had a choice to make here and it seems small in a microcosm but the ramifications were immense.

Either she could not pick up the phone and continue to try and figure out what went on last night as was confirmed to actually happen thanks to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Or

Pick up the phone and continue living on her life normally as if last night hadn’t happened.

The ladder option was far easier and probably better on mental health but the former could be ignoring an actual problem.

Rose took a deep breath, torn between what she should do.