John traced a pattern on June’s back.
‘I’ve been thinking.’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘That maybe you and me could ...’
‘What?’
‘I could take you away from this … this life.’
June rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
‘Well?’
‘You think I’d want to live with a man who pays women for sex?’
‘You think I want a partner who’s fucked blokes for money?’
‘Touché.’
‘I’m offering you a way out.’
‘Perhaps I like this life.’
‘And do you?’
‘No.’
‘Well, then?’
‘John. I like you, but this isn’t Pretty Woman.’
‘But you are and maybe it could be?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I like this one, Rob, quite a lot. It's honest, but also hopeful.
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