STRUGGLINGS

‘Jess,’ I say.

‘What?’ she say.

‘My life too has strugglings every day.’

‘Really?’

‘Big strugglings.’

‘Sorry to hear that, Nicu.’

‘Thank you.’

We laugh in same time.

‘My family too is arse pain,’ I say.

‘Yeah, but I bet you don’t wish any of them were dead.’

We look

to each other.