Saturday, April 4, 2020


‘It’s me. Joan.’ She grabbed David’s wrist, but he shook her free.

‘Leave me alone.’ He picked up his pace.

‘David, please,’ Joan said, trotting alongside.

‘My name is Michael.’

‘It’s David. What’s wrong with you? Have you lost your memory?’

‘Nothing’s wrong, except I’m being hassled by a stranger.’

‘I’m your wife! We’ve been married seven years.’

‘I’m not married! I’ve never been married.’


‘Will you leave me alone!’

‘Hey, Joan!’

She turned to the voice.

‘David! What the …’

Michael glanced across the street and stopped. His mirror image faced him.

‘How can …’ Joan mumbled. ‘David?’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Oh, that's a good one, Rob! I had all sorts of possible explanations going round in my mind until I read those last few lines. Well done.