Sunday Girl

John shuffled on the bench seeking a more comfortable position.  ‘What are we waiting for? Godot?’

‘She’ll be here.’

‘So it’s woman then? An actual live person?’

‘She just running late.’

‘And she’s what, you’re girlfriend?’

‘We’re going to get married one day.’

‘Married! How long have you known her? A week?’

‘Six months.’

‘And you’re only now telling me! What the …’

‘She takes a walk here every Sunday.’

‘You’ve not even spoken to her, have you?’

‘I’m working up to it.’

‘You’re stalking her.’

‘Only on Sundays in the park.’

‘You need help, Liam.’

‘She’s my Sunday Girl.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.