My best friend has always been right by my side. When your best friend can forgive you for accidentally killing him, you know that it’s something special right? We were ten when it happened, and I was fifteen when he came back. As I stand here perched at the peak of the First Federal bank building he is cheering me on with his ten year old smile.
He whispers at me to go, go and I can be ten again, go and I can be back under that bridge and I can save him, So I go.
My entry for this weeks Five Sentence FIction, check out the other stories! This weeks word was “Companion”