Jane cracked open the door.
‘Jesus, Joe, what the hell happened to you?’
Joe’s left hand was clamped over a bloody shirt.
‘Cut myself.’
Jane widened the gap. ‘What with? An axe?’
‘I’m an idiot.’
‘You’ve got that right!’
‘An idiot in love.’
‘Unrequited love. Into the bathroom.’
‘Idiot love.’
‘Tell me you’ve not done anything stupid, Joe.’
‘You know me.’
‘Let me look.’
He lifted up his shirt to reveal a deep, ugly wound.
‘We need a doctor. And that’s not self-inflicted. Who did this?’
‘She got me good, Jane. She’d got me from the start. Always an idiot.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that's intriguing,Rob. Now I want to know who 'she' is, and what the story behind it is. I could see that as part of a story.
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