John yanked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes but still felt a dull thud.
‘What the hell was that?’ Carrie said.
‘I dunno; some kind of animal.’
‘Jesus, John. Did we kill it?’
‘I’ve no idea.’
‘We should check.’
Carrie was crouching over a small black body when John joined her.
‘It’s a cat. We need to put it out of its misery.’
‘How about taking it to a vet?’
‘It’s too late for that; you need to kill it.’
‘Me? With what?’
‘A rock?’
‘No way.’
‘John, show some compassion. ’
‘You kill it then.’
‘Poor cat.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that's a tough, well-written moment, Rob. I'm sure it's really how people feel when that sort of thing happens, too.
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