‘I guess we’re friends now then,’ Tony said, leaning against the fridge. ‘Having discussed life, the universe and fashion disasters.’
‘Men and women can never be friends,’ Jane slurred.
‘Because sex always gets in the way, right?’
‘Right.’
‘So, does that mean that straight men can never be friends with gay men?’
‘No!’
‘Or straight women with lesbians?’
‘No. Jesus, Tony!’
‘So, why?’
‘Because, eventually …’
‘Even if they’re not attracted to each other?’
‘You’re not attracted to me?’
‘I’d sleep with you in a heartbeat.’
‘I knew it!’
‘So?’
‘You were never going to be just a friend, anyway.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Ah, that's the eternal question, isn't it, Rob? I like the way you describe the setup, too - really clear without 'information dump.' Well done
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