"Don't shout at me Chrissy. You just don't understand."
"Look I'm sorry Char."
Charlotte began to cry. Sunlight traced the tears flowing down her anguished face. Each heavy drop left a path as straight as a Roman road. They began falling with sudden intensity like the undifferentiated raindrops of a cloud burst. The rain turned the road into a river; Charlotte's cheeks were awash with grief.
Without another breath I moved to encase my friend in my arms.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Why did you ..." Charlotte sobbed "call him ... duplicitous?"
"I dunno. Just spur of the moment."
I'd lied but truth, for now, could sail on the horizon.
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was ...the rain turned the road into a river...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.