Short Story by Torrie
She raised her glass over her head, smiling.
"A toast." She shouted
"To what?" I asked.
She looked me dead in the eyes
as if to say to us.
To the fact that we made it this far
but that's not what her mouth said.
Her eyes shifted away
and she shrugged.
She pressed her cup to her lips
and swallowed it all down.
And I did the same because
was the best thing to toast to.