Short Story by Torrie

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.  
"To anything." 
She pressed her cup to her lips 
and swallowed it all down. 
And I did the same because 
anything 
was the best thing to toast to.