Both too old for this

‘Oh, god.’

‘It lives.’

‘What time is it?’  He rolled over onto his side.

‘Almost midday.’  She was sitting on an armchair reading a book.

‘What time did I get back?’

‘I’m sure next door can tell you, you tried to let yourself into their house.’

‘Feck.  I’m never touching whiskey again.’

‘You gave them the remains of your kebab.’

‘Or kebabs.’  He sat up on the sofa, holding his head.

‘It’s time you looked for your own place, Tom.’

‘What?  Ah, come-on, Sis.  It won’t happen again.’

‘It will and I’ve had enough.  We’re both too old for this.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.