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