Saturday, January 9, 2016

I want to tango

‘It’s about rhythm,’ Sally explained.  ‘It’s like dancing.  You have to work together; be going in the same direction at the same time.’

‘You’re saying Greg is a better dancer?’ Tom asked, not hiding his frustration.

‘I’m saying we’re more attuned.  Take sex.  With you it’s always like fighting.  Different paces, positions, forces.  Everything’s out of sync.  With Greg …’

‘I don’t believe this!  You’re leaving me for better sex?’

‘You’re not listening.  I’m leaving you because we’re not compatible.’

‘We were compatible enough to get married!’

‘Yes, but now I realise you wanted to foxtrot, I want to tango.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like that metaphor a lot, Rob. This is great