‘Are you okay? You’re not going to do anything stupid?’
‘I’m listless, not suicidal.’ He stared up at the stars. ‘I’m just ... I mean, what’s it all about? You know, life? There has to be ... more, more than this.’ He swung his arm in an arc.
‘What’s wrong with this?’
‘Everything. Nothing. I don’t know. It all just feels so mundane, like we’re just killing time. Waiting for the great heave-ho.’
‘And you want more?’
‘Yes. No. I think I just need a change. A new job, a new place, a new ...’
‘Partner?’
‘I’m listless, not suicidal.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Rob - Ah, you capture that feeling quite well. I really do admire your use of dialogue.
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