“Anyhow, Denise and I swore we’d never go back, and we really haven’t,” Trisha said. “You really should have been there, it was so funny – Danny? Dan?”
Trisha looked over to where not one minute before her best friend Danny had been standing and recoiled, her face drawn and white with terror. It had happened again. Danny was imprisoned in a tower of pure color and energy, his mouth frozen open in whatever he’d been about to say.
It didn’t seem to matter where she went or what she did, sooner or later every single one of Trisha’s male friends were trapped inside of a pulsing, endless stream of color. It was unbelievably frustrating.
“I’m so sorry, Danny,” Trisha whispered, placing her palm against the eerily shimmering light-stream that enveloped him. It hummed angrily at her touch. “I’m so sorry.” His eyes never moved, just stared out past her, unblinking and unseeing.
Trisha pulled out her phone. “Denise? It’s me. I have to tell you something. It happened again. To Danny this time.”
“Oh, God,” Denise said.
“I don’t know what to do,” Trisha said, in tears. “Every guy I’ve ever been friends with ends up enclosed forever within a tomb of bright light and energy. And I don’t know if it’s me, or -”
“It’s not you,” Denise said.
“I don’t know, I don’t know. Maybe it is. Maybe he was always secretly trapped in a tower of crystalline light and just never told me. Maybe everyone knew he was inside a color tube but me.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t like that.”
“I’ll never know for sure. But at least I can make sure I won’t hurt another man by never – never being friends with one. For Danny.”
“For Danny,” Denise said softly on the other end. Together they wept. For Danny. For themselves. And for all the men they could never, ever be friends with.
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