Wordle by Wordle: Day 34
Saturday, Feb 3, 2024
Wordle #959 - MICRO
Bree doesn’t say anything before she throws her arms around me in a crushing hug. She presses her face into my shoulder, even though she’s taller than me, and begins to cry again.
I make small consoling noises and return her hug, patting her back. Bree doesn’t seem to have any intention of letting go anytime soon, so I gently turn us both to guide her away from the open door and into my apartment, looking like the most pathetic dance partners ever.
Without breaking the hug, I close the door with my foot and shuffle us out of the entryway. Only when Bree’s huge purse slips off her shoulder and lands on the floor with a heavy thunk does she lessen her grip. Bree pulls back, startled by the noise, but her hands still cling to my arms.
Then she faces me, her eyes hollow and dull, and slowly composes herself. My heart constricts a little.
“Thanks for having me over.” Bree wrings out her voice with a feeble smile.
“Of course. Thanks for coming,” I say reflexively.
God, I could kick myself, talking like I’ve just invited her over for tea. Actually, that’s not the worst idea…
I steer Bree toward the couch, my arm still around her shoulders, and offer her a cup of chamomile. She accepts after a pause, mumbling something to herself about microplastics.
In the kitchen, I take my time filling up the electric kettle and getting out the tea bags, unsure what to say next. It’s probably best to let Bree do the talking—as usual.
Notes:
Though “micro” can be an adjective, it’s typically used as a prefix, so that’s what I’m doing here. Cheating? Maybe a little ;)
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