<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Friendship Betrayals — World of Curious</title><description>Original fiction about thirty-year friendships and the single afternoon that ends them.</description><link>https://worldofcurious.com/</link><language>en-au</language><atom:link href="https://worldofcurious.com/friendship-betrayals/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fifty Minutes in a Café Near the Station, and It Was Not a Reconciliation</title><link>https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-5/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-5/</guid><description>Part five of five. Both of them said the thing they had come to say. Both things were true. Neither of them fixed anything.</description><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category>Friendship Betrayals</category><category>fiction</category><category>friendship</category><category>messages</category><author>Editorial Team</author></item><item><title>The Group Did Not Survive It, But Not in the Way People Expect</title><link>https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-4/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-4/</guid><description>Part four of five. There was no argument. Nobody was removed. It went administrative, then quiet, and then it was simply over.</description><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 03:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category>Friendship Betrayals</category><category>fiction</category><category>friendship</category><category>messages</category><author>Editorial Team</author></item><item><title>What Nobody in the Group Knew About Dawn’s Mother</title><link>https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-3/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-3/</guid><description>Part three of five. She had been driving ninety minutes each way, twice a week, since October, and had told none of them.</description><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 01:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category>Friendship Betrayals</category><category>fiction</category><category>friendship</category><category>messages</category><author>Editorial Team</author></item><item><title>The Worst Thing I Have Ever Written, and I Have Written a Eulogy</title><link>https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-2/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message-part-2/</guid><description>Part two of five. The apology did two things at once, and the second one made it very much worse.</description><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2026 23:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category>Friendship Betrayals</category><category>fiction</category><category>friendship</category><category>messages</category><author>Editorial Team</author></item><item><title>It Was Meant for Her Sister. It Went to the Group.</title><link>https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://worldofcurious.com/article/thirty-years-ended-by-one-message/</guid><description>Part one of five. Eleven minutes passed before anybody responded. Hilary has described them as the longest eleven minutes of her adult life.</description><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2026 21:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category>Friendship Betrayals</category><category>fiction</category><category>friendship</category><category>messages</category><author>Editorial Team</author></item></channel></rss>