‘I am. I was. I will be.’ Mackay said, reading the epitaph. ‘What the hell’s that meant to mean?’
‘That he made a difference when he was alive, he’s making a difference right now, and he’ll continue to do so into the future.’
‘He sounds like a pretentious gobshite.’
‘How many of us can say we shaped history, the present, and the future? Most of us just live, die and are forgotten.’
‘And that’s what you want, is it? Immortality?’
Kelly ignored the question. ‘Ideas and ideology. That’s what people remember, revisit, rework. Come-on, I have a speech to write.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
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You raise some big questions here, but keep the story sharp and interesting. Well done, Rob.
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