‘You told them?’ Cassie said, throwing her arms up.
‘Not exactly.’
‘Not exactly?’
‘They guessed,’ David hedged.
‘Guessed? How the hell did they guess?’
‘I might have dropped a hint. Or two.’
‘Jesus, David! It was a secret. You know, something you keep to yourself.’
‘It just slipped out.’
‘At least twice, apparently.’
‘I was drunk.’
‘That’s not an excuse, you cretin. What were you thinking?’
‘I wasn’t thinking. I just told you, I was drunk.’
‘You realise what you’ve done, right?’
‘Yes. But, it can’t be undone and you should have …’
‘Don’t! I’m not to blame for this.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Now you've got me wondering what the secret is, Rob. And I like the back-and-forth between the characters, too - nicely done.
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