‘To NAMA!’ Jimmy raised a pint of Guinness.
‘Fuck NAMA!’ Tom snapped.
‘We’d be bust without them. The whole lot gone.’
‘Has to be better than being slowly bled to death on life support.’
‘Ah, come-on, Tom. You’d have lost your house. Your cars. Holiday homes. Everything.’
‘House is in the wife’s name and we’ve a wee nest egg in a daughter’s account in the Isle of Man. Fuck’em.’
‘They bailed us out big time,’ Jimmy persisted.
‘They bailed themselves out. They get our developments at half price, we pay back the full whack and I’m meant to be grateful?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.