Saturday, September 3, 2011

He's gone

A hot flush of realisation.  He’s gone. 

Her beautiful boy is gone. 

Abandoning the half full trolley, she dashes to the end of the aisle, confusion blossoming into panic.  It’s deserted except for an elderly woman staring at a fridge full of colourful yoghurt pots. 

Running, her head swivels like a weather vane on a blustery day, calling his name. ‘John!  John, darling!’

She bumps through a checkout queue, exiting onto a busy pavement.  There are people everywhere, all shapes and sizes; the street a blur of movement. 

‘Are you okay, Miss?’

A stomach roll of cold dread.  ‘He’s gone.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.


Anonymous said...

Rob - Oh, absolutely chilling! A parent's worst nightmare. This is a really well-done look at that dreadful moment...

Dorte H said...


Perhaps I should go back to writing flash and drabbles once in a while. I only wrote 100 words today anyway, and if it had been a drabble, I would at least feel I had accomplished something ;)