Dead and gone

‘I want you dead and gone,’ Carrie hissed.

‘Dead or gone.’

‘What?’

‘If I’m dead, I’ll be gone,’ Lawrence said. ‘There’s no need for the ‘and gone.’ And if I’m gone, there’s no need for me to be dead.’

‘That’s exactly why I want you gone!’

‘But not dead?’

‘Dead and gone! Dead or gone! I don’t care as long as you’re not here. Permanently.’

‘There’s no need for melodramatics.’ Harry crossed his legs.

‘I’ve had enough, Harry. I want you to leave.’

‘Carrie, I …’

‘Dead and gone!’ Carrie swung the vase with all her might. ‘Dead and gone!’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.