Saturday, January 4, 2014
All I can hear is the wind, rain and you whispering loudly
‘Len?’ Sally shook a hairy shoulder.
‘Wha-?’
‘Len, did you hear that?’
‘Hear wha-?’
‘That screeching and crash.’
‘All I can hear is the wind, rain and you whispering loudly.’
‘I think a tree’s just come down.’
‘And I slept through it?’
‘You’d sleep through a car crash!’
He felt the mattress shift as she left the bed.
‘Len?’
‘What?’
‘A tree has fallen through the garage roof.’
‘What?’
‘I said a ...’
Len tugged the curtain back further.
‘Jesus. The car!’ He dashed from the room.
‘Just be thankful it didn’t land on the house,’ she called after him.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
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Rob - I hope that's not based on anything autobiographical. I like the way you point out the difference in the two perspectives...
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