My Friend

My Friend by Franklin Cota (a Short Story Contest entry)

She was beautiful and kind the way you want your friends to be. We were inseparable. I followed her everywhere. I used to think that she was an angel sent to be my friend.

“Then where are my wings?” she would say with a laugh.

My family moved away and I lost contact with her.

Until my twenty-first birthday when I received seven long white feathers in the mail.