Saturday, September 1, 2018

Home truths

Hardy heard a voice he recognized on the other side of a partition.

He was about to join them when a new voice said: ‘Fucking Hardluck is driving me crazy. What the hell’s wrong with him?’

‘He’s always been like that: geek-meets-prat.’

Another added: ‘He’s fucking clueless. And creepy.’

Hardy knew that no boss was beyond critique, but the hostility was a surprise; felt his face flush and a hollowness yawn inside.

No-one said anything in his favour.

‘Hey, guess who’s in the next booth?’

Hardy hurried from the pub; no way he could face them now. Perhaps not ever.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a moment, Rob! And you captured it really effectively. Now I wonder what Hardy's going to do next...