Mum? Dad?

Angela glanced up and did a double take. ‘My god, Ruthie, what are you doing here?’

‘I …’

‘I got some Brie,’ David said, emerging from an aisle.

‘David! Wow. It must be twenty years.’

‘We live here,’ Ruthie said. ‘And we’re late. Sorry.’

‘Mum, can we get choc ices?’ Kelly said from a few paces ahead.

‘You have a daughter?’

‘Dad are you okay?’

David had closed his eyes, fingers gripping the trolley.

‘Wait, she’s …’

‘We need to go,’ Ruthie said.

‘But you’re brother and sister!’

Kelly closed the freezer lid. ‘Mum? Dad?’

‘Angela … Kelly, wait. Kelly!’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.