What Makes You Happy?

“Oh for crying out loud! More decisions?” Jenna was tired of this maze of life. “Well at least it’s not a surprise behind door number one. I’ve got an idea what to expect.”

“You’re lucky you’ve got choices.”

She stared open mouthed at her best friend. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

“No,” Samantha muttered looking at the floor.

“But you’ve got everything. A loving husband, two gorgeous kids, a stunning house and a successful career. It’s a perfect life.”

“Maybe for you, but I want more.”

“I love you and all Sam, but now you just sound greedy. Leave some for the rest of us.”

“I don’t mean it that way.”

“Well then what the hell do you mean?”

“When I chose this life, I was doing it to make everyone else happy, but… Oh forget it. Let’s just drink.”

Jenna took a sip of her Strawberry daiquiri and traced the drop of condensation with her finger. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry. It’s just that I look at your life and I’m so envious of how easy everything seems.”

Samantha tossed her head back as she gave a belly laugh. “Would you look at the two of us. I wish I had your lack of responsibilities and freedom to do what I want.”

They both caught sight of Ashleigh at the same time. The owner of the club and her supposed boyfriend handing her over to an Armani suit. Sam and Jenna gave each other a knowing look. They’d tried to help her numerous times, but she did what she must to feed the insatiable demon of her track marks.

“Maybe we need to be happy with what we have,” they whispered.

by Debbie Gravett © 2019.12.24

FFFC: Flash Fiction Challenge #46
Image from thesuccess at Morguefile.com

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