Saturday, July 9, 2016

Will you still love me tomorrow?

Susie woke as the mattress lightened.

She hated the morning after.  The hangover.  The shame.  The disappointment.

She padded to the kitchen, turned on the kettle.

The door opened.

Colin smiled.  ‘There you are.  Great hair!’

Susie tried to pat it down.  ‘I thought you might want coffee before you left.’

‘You’re working today?’

‘No, but I thought …’

‘That I was leaving?’

‘Yes.’  Susie busied herself with the cups.

Colin circled his arms around her.

‘Do you want me to leave?’


‘Let’s go back to bed.’

Susie let herself be led, wondering if he’d stay beyond the morning.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

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