by CK Cute Kitten
“A beach party? I don’t know…” Maggy frowned and stared at her goldfish swimming round and round in its glass bowl. The cordless phone felt heavy in her hand and she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Her soggy pull-up squished under her, the cloth-like backing crinkling softly. The faint smell of urine wafted up to her nose.
“You gotta come! It’s gonna be awesome!”
“Nancy, no thank you-”
“Don’t start that shit again. You can’t live the rest of your life as a shut in.”
“I’m not! But a beach party? Swimsuits? Hello!”
“You worry too much. Just wear a sundress.”
“....You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”
“Nope!” Nancy’s voice perked right up like it did every time a reluctant Maggy caved.
“.....Fine.” Maggy surrendered with a long drawn sigh.
“Don’t sound like that. You’ll have fun once you’re there. You can help me with the kids since Tom’s working.” A toddler’s ear piercing screech cut across the line, ringing in Maggy’s ears and making her flinch. “Hey, I gotta go. See you Friday. Oh, I almost forgot- Andy is gonna be there!” Nancy chirped over her wailing toddler before she abruptly hung up.
“Andy? What? Nancy!” Maggy sputtered at the dial tone. The goldfish blurred before her eyes and she let the phone fall out of her slack hand onto the couch cushions.
Could it really by Andrea? Andy hadn’t been back in town for years. Not since the last day of highschool-which they had both skipped- and Maggy’s accident, when Andy left her high and dry.
“That settles it. No way I’m going.” She snapped as the squishy padding of her diaper suddenly grew warm as her bladder released on it’s own. The old anger surged up along with the old memories of laying in the emergency room instead of receiving her diploma with her classmates. Andy hadn’t walked at graduation, either- she’d been on a plane halfway around the world for a stupid surfing competition.
“If Andy’s going, I’m not.” She vowed fiercely then stared at her fish as if expecting an answer. The orange fish swam listless as ever. She swiftly started to stand, as she used to do before her surfing accident. Pain shot down her spine. She cried out and collapsed back onto the couch, body stiff and panting hard as she waited for the pain to pass. She’d moved too fast and jerked her spine. Before the accident, she used to be so athletic, able to run and surf. Able to keep up with the adrenaline junky Andy. Back then, all she’d ever wanted was for the other kids to look at her with the same respect and awe they did Andy. So, to impress them she’d tried to surf dangerous, choppy waves only one local daredevil- Andy- dared to. Maggy never had Andy’s skill; she lost her balance and got churned in a violent undertow. Her board had snapped in pieces and the lifeguards had saved her. That stupid stunt had cost her everything she held dear- the esteem of her peers and her athletic body- and left her with a bad back and bladder incontinence.
Maggy sighed in relief as her muscles went slack; her back died down to a dull throb. Now, at 24, she felt like an old, achy, piss-soaked woman. Decades away from the spry, young surfer girl she used to be.
A wave of tiredness washed over her and the front of her pull-up filled with a wet heat as the iced coffee she had earlier left her bladder. Over the years, she’d gotten used to wetting herself without warning. Her pudgy body sagged into the cushions and she closed her eyes, tired in body and soul. She’d put on some weight after her injury. Her once highly prized, toned physique that had turned many an admiring head now was just another thing she’d lost from trying to be like Andy.
Andy- her best friend who had not visited her in the hospital. No visit, no call, no text, no card- nothing. Not even a Facebook message. The old pain hurt her heart more than the injury hurt her spine. She bit her lip, fighting old tears as she curled up on the couch.
“Damn you, Andy.”