Katie shrugged off her coat. ‘It’s time to move on.’
‘But it’s your dream,’ Simon said.
‘And dreams don’t always come true. Life isn’t a fairy tale.’
‘Except Cinderella.’
‘Maybe that’s my one tale.’ Katie dropped onto the sofa.
‘But you’d have preferred the glass ceiling to a glass slipper.’
‘I’d have preferred both. I’m blessed with one. Come here.’ She patted the seat. ‘I’ll start looking tomorrow. No point waiting until my contract expires.’
‘But …’
‘It’s okay to fail.’
‘You can’t fail at dreams.’
‘But you can’t live on them either.’
‘Katie.’
‘What? I’m still Cinderella, aren’t I?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I really like the perspective you take here on losing/not getting a job, and on failing. Hard thing to get right, but you do it here, Rob.
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