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.’
‘It was us that borrowed the money, Niall.’
‘Yeah, but they shouldn’t have lent us so much. Jesus!’ He kicks the door.
‘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.