Wordy and her friend, Arty, were walking down the road one sunny August day. Arty was fidgeting with a strand of her light brown hair, which she only did when she was nervous about something. Wordy looked at her curiously but said nothing. Arty stopped suddenly and sat down on the curb. She put her face in her hands and cried. The clear and salty tears ran from Arty’s eyes freely, dripping down her face and ruining Arty’s makeup. Wordy had never known her friend wore makeup, but she sat down on the curb next to Arty. She brushed her blonde hair off her shoulders and wiped her friends eyes. Wordy wasn’t sure whether to speak or not, but she gazed into her friends beautiful green eyes. “C’mon, what’s up Arty?” Wordy asked, lifting her friends face to be level. Arty buried her face in her hands again. “Spill the beans” Wordy sighed as her friend pulled out a can of opened baked beans and spilled them onto the sidewalk. “Now we have to clean these up!” Wordy cried as she dropped to her hands and knees to try and clean it up. She settled for pulling a spoon out of her bag and shoveling the beans into her mouth. She closed her eyes and tried not to puke. “You only cry once in a blue moon, what’s up?” Arty pointed up at the sky. Wordy hadn’t noticed it had turned to night, but in the sky sat a big fat blue moon. Wordy looked into her friends eyes and sighed. “Well obviously” Wordy grinned and stood up, holding out a hand for her friend. Arty took it and pulled herself up, and they both walked down the road, which now had a segment covered in beans, until they reached their houses. They waved goodbye and were on their way.
Spill the beans Once in a blue moon 310 words
