That’s all there is to it

‘Where is she?’

‘She’s not coming.  She’s decided to withdraw her evidence.’

‘She’s doing what?  She can’t.  She ...’

‘Ginny.’

‘He got to her, didn’t he?  Didn’t he?’

‘What did you expect?  Of course he got to her.’

‘And you let him.  Jesus.  He’ll do it again, you know.’

‘I’m not her guardian, Ginny.  I don’t have her under twenty four hour surveillance.  He got to her; that’s all there is to it.’

‘That’s not all that there is to it!  He rapes young women.  Threatens to kill them.’

‘I’m sorry, okay.’

‘No, it’s not okay.  Fuck.  Fucking bastard.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words