What Happens Now

A few years on, people started getting married and having babies anyway and the game was forgotten. Everyone started changing their Facebook profile pictures to them on their wedding day, like a badge of honour. There was Nats being showered with confetti as she came out of church. Lucy sitting in the back of a posh car, beaming through the window. Bells on her new husband’s shoulders, the dress bunched up around her hips, while we all waved sparklers around her. My profile picture remained just me, on the beach in Norfolk, a picture taken by Dennis a few years ago.

Jess came back from the bar, a white wine in one hand, lemonade in the other.

‘Right,’ she said, sitting down and raising her eyebrows at me, ‘what you going to do?’

I shrugged. ‘Honestly, I don’t know.’

‘Did you miss a day? Or take it at a different time?’

I shook my head. The packet lived on my bedside table and I always took it when I woke up in the morning.

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