Saturday, February 16, 2019

Stolen story

They practically had the cinema to themselves. A mid-afternoon, late Valentine’s treat. Slumming on a rom-com.

‘This is my story,’ Pete said.

‘When did you lose your legs?’

‘I wrote this. It’s my characters, my dialogue. It’s from Saving Siobhan.’

‘You write crime. Unsuccessfully.’

‘Someone’s done an adaptation; from my first unpublished book.’

‘It’s a coincidence.’

‘I can show the manuscript! It’s my book. The next scene will be on a plane.’

‘They’re in an airport!’

‘I don’t believe it! We have to find out who did this.’

‘You know this conversation sounds like the set-up for a movie, right?’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ha! I love this, Rob! And how clever that you used your own work, too. Neatly, neatly done.