Pulling a thread

Chloe draped her arms over Neil’s neck and nuzzled into his neck.  ‘What are you doing?’

Neil kept his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.  ‘Pulling a thread.’

‘Meaning?’

‘I thought I was finished.  Then I tinkered with the second paragraph, which meant I had to re-jig the third, which led to a redrafting of the whole first section.’

‘And how is it now?’

‘Still unravelling.  It’s like a run in your tights.  One slight nick that’s unfurled into an ugly ladder.’

‘Why don’t you come back to bed?’

‘Soon.’

‘You’ll be hours.  It can’t unravel on its own.’

‘Mmmmm.’




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.