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