Frenemies, a relationship of give and take.
Hope and Despair can be more than opposing forces, they can at time be the best of friends. How can one have Hope in hand if they’ve never felt the nature of Despair?
Hope walked in with a swagger to her hips, smiling like a chesire cat, she said, “Well, well, well, I knew I’d find you here Desi.”
Despair’s shoulders sagged under that smile, whispering to herself, “Just my luck…the luminescent whore…”, then louder she said, “Of course old friend, I go and you walk in. It’s a tag team effort” sarcasm was an old threadbare comfort on her whipped back. The tattoos on her skin itched when she was faced with Hope’s beauty.
“I remember the Depression was a booming time for your little tricks, but now I’m here to raise the people once again,” Hope spoke with an iridescent bubble of happiness in her voice, ready with a hug for her best friend.
“Oh yes,” sarcastically Despair responded, “I get nothing but showers of tears and heartache so melancholic, that I burp them back up for weeks. You are smothered in ecstatic cheers and solemn vows to endure me and cherish you.” Dodging this woman’s touchy-feely crap was a 24hour job, ugh!
Hiccupping her tears away, Despair gathered her purse and paid for her drink. She slipped on her shoes and stumbled out the darkened bar room, not forgetting to toss a “Farewell Bitch” in Hope’s direction.
Hope, sighing with acceptance, began to turn on the lights and throw open the windows, with determination she uttered, “Today is a new day, and that kind of language is not to be repeated.”
Hope began to transform the dark, dense mood into one of light and tenacity. Singing and humming she began her tune, “Rain, rain go away. Come again another day. Rain, rain stay away, Desi says goodbye!” Laughing in the evanescent gloom, Hope continued to wash away the cobwebs from the shelves and the pictures of Joy, Love, Chance, and Serendipity.