‘I’ve no regrets.’
‘Liar.’
‘Well, not too many.’
George squeezed Janice’s hand.
‘We’ll get through this.’
‘Well, one of us will.’
‘Don’t. We have to hope. The treatment …’
‘Might delay things. Its stage four, love. It’s alright, it’s been a good life.’
‘George.’
‘There’s no point denying things. It is what it is. Let’s just try and make the best of it.’
‘The best of it?’
‘What time we have left.’
‘George, don’t. Be positive. For me.’
‘I am, love. But I’m also being realistic.’
‘Well, I prefer hope.’
‘Either way, let’s live every day like it’s our last.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
This is really evocative, Rob. You tell this couple's story really effectively...
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