Daily prompt: Roaring laughter
That week before final exams Eva could taste the hope. They all could. They’d been working towards this for so long – the proximity of their freedom was tantalising. The rising temperatures of early summer increased the mostly jovial atmosphere of 2012’s graduating class.
The laughter was rampant as the close-knit group bodily crisscrossed themselves, head to stomach, one after the other, so the well-needed joy could physically travel through them.
As she nestled her head on her best friend’s stomach, Eva giggled. Squinting into the bright light, a breeze in her hair, with her nearest friends right there she forced herself to focus on all that was good and perfect around her.
The laugh gathered momentum, moving up and down the line, soaring with each belly bounce. They all needed this light amusement to keep the clouds of uncertainty at bay.
All their excitement threatened to be overshadowed by thoughts of facing their unknown new worlds while old friends dispersed across the country. New stories were starting in new climes so for now they created these moments of deep, heartfelt laughter to carry them through the gloom on the horizon.
This post is in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?