Saturday, August 12, 2017

That could be me

‘That could be me,’ Billy said, staring at revelers outside a bar.

‘We can get drunk later.’

‘No, I mean, I could’ve gone to college. Made something of my life.’

‘You’ve made something. You’re working for me, aren’t you?’

‘Yeah, but ...’

‘No buts. We make a good living.’

‘Putting up plasterboard and doing nixers.’

‘It’s a trade and it’s steady work.’

‘I had the grades; was going to study law.’

‘But you didn’t have the fees and those lawyers are all cocksuckers.’

‘I could have got a scholarship.’

‘You’d have just become a bigger dick than you already are.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

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