Like father, like son

‘I don’t like him serving us,’ Kath said, dropping down into seat at the long table.

‘Who?’

‘Mr Sour-puss there.’ She nodded at a silver-haired man spooning veg onto plates.

‘Let me guess, you’re worried he’ll poison you.’

‘His son killed five other kids.’

‘Yeah, his son. Not him.’

‘Like father, like son.’

‘Stop talking blather woman. I heard he used to be a respectable lawyer.’

‘And now he volunteers in a soup kitchen.’

‘To pay back his son’s debt and avoid the worst of the abuse. We’re as fucked-up as him.’

‘We’re not murderers.’

‘And nor is he.’

‘Yet.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.