Big mouth

The front door slammed.  Half-a-beat later Katie stormed into the kitchen.

‘Where is he?’

‘Who?’

‘Keith!’

‘I don’t know. His room, maybe the den. Are you okay, dear?’

‘No! And nor will he be soon.’

She stormed up the stairs, throwing open his door without knocking.

He was turning from the screen when she ripped the headphones from his head.

‘What were you thinking, Moron?’

‘What? Those cost sixty euros!’

‘You told Emma about Rory!’

‘I didn’t.’

‘You told James, who told his sister, who’s Emma’s friend!’

‘So yell at James.’

‘You’ve ruined everything!’ She slapped his ear. ‘Big mouth!’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.