Saturday, March 4, 2017

Blind slave

Dan frowned. A veil had been lifted. Suddenly everything seemed clearer.

‘This has all been a game to you.’

‘What?’ Hannah snapped, hands on hips, her face pinched with anger.

‘This.’ Dan gestured at the room. ‘Us. I’m just a …’

‘Just a what? Callous-hearted bastard?’

‘Stop-gap until someone else comes along. Someone with deeper pockets or more power.’

‘So I’m a shallow bitch and you’re a put-upon saint?’

‘Yes. Yes, you are.  And I’m a fool.’

‘I’m the victim, not you!  You’re never here.’

‘And whose fault is that? I’m working to pay off your debts! But not anymore.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice dialogue, Rob. Tells a lot about that relationship in just a few words. Well done