The Sadness of the Almost-Friend

The fragility of friendship and the rarity of the good ones

Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

She was cool, hip, with an oversized shirt and a deep southern drawl. Emma was working for an organisation which linked lonely, elderly people to visitors.

“I’ve got a special one for you! I think you’ll be able to handle her,” she tells me. Since moving to Victoria, leaving my Gran…