‘Well?’ She asked, rising to her feet.
‘The usual.’ He draped his coat over the back of a kitchen chair. ‘Cut back on the sugar and salt. Get some exercise, lose some weight.’
‘And what about ...?’
‘He’s sending me for some tests. A specialist he recommends.’
‘When?’
‘Wednesday afternoon.’
‘Wednesday. So it’s ... you know?’
‘That’s what the tests are for. Probably. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.’
‘That’s what my father said and ...’
‘Look, health care’s improved since then; they can treat almost anything these days.’
‘But ...’
‘But nothing. It is what it is. Life goes on.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
2 comments:
Rob - It does indeed go on. You show what's happening so expertly in this drabble. Very well written!
Yes. Life goes on...until it doesn't. This story is an excellent portrayal of how differently men and women show their feelings on this subject.
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