Saturday, August 27, 2011

Final notice

They stare at the envelopes, all of them clearly bills or statements.

‘Don’t open them.’

‘We can’t just ignore them, Niall. They’re not going to go away.’

He shakes his head sadly. ‘How the fuck did we get into this mess?’

‘You know how.’

‘Fucking banks.’

‘It was us that borrowed the money, Niall.’

‘Yeah, but they shouldn’t have lent us so much. Jesus!’ He kicks the door.

‘Don’t.’

‘What difference does it make? They’ll be taking it back off us soon.’ He kicks the door again, cracking the wood.

‘Niall.’ Her head feels like it is going to implode.


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

4 comments:

Dorte H said...

Sinister

Margot Kinberg said...

Rob - Oh, I like this! Such tension in it....

Paul D. Brazill said...

Very well done. Tense as a tense thing.

Uriah Robinson said...

Great stuff.