Paul’s dream had taken a strange twist. An angry tiger had appeared. It leapt at his neck.
He woke with a start.
His neck really was caught in a vice.
He clawed at the strong hands, his legs scrabbling on the bed.
A knee thumped down on his chest.
Suddenly the pressure was gone.
Claire was standing naked at the end of the bed, clutching a golf club.
It whooshed through the air, passing by his side and made a dull thump.
‘What the …’
‘I told him it was over,’ she said defiantly.
Paul glanced down. ‘It is now.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that's potent, Rob! I really like the way you share a lot of information here without too much detail. That's a skill. And now I want to know this couple better. Well done
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