Saturday, August 3, 2019

Disease without a cure

Matt threw back the damp sheet. ‘Fuck.’

‘Again?’ Lily laughed, wiping the sweat from her brow.

‘You’ll have to give me at least ten minutes. Shit.’

‘God, you’re insatiable.’

‘It’s not my fault. You’re like a disease that hasn’t a cure.’

‘Lovely, I’m a disease!’

‘Without a cure.’

‘And you can’t get a vaccine.’

‘Wouldn’t want one. Who would? You’re every boy’s wet dream.’

‘Charming. Actually, what a horrid thought.’

‘I save all my best compliments for you.’

‘And who gets your weaker ones?’

‘Also, you. You ready for round five?’

‘Jesus, Matt. We both need to find a cure!’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Well, now, that sounds like quite the night, Rob! You're very good at conveying a lot in just those 100 words. I can see wanting to know more about this couple, too - you made their characters interesting.