‘He’s in the shower then?’ Cathy asked, entering the kitchen.
‘Yeah.’
‘You don’t sound too happy about it.’
‘Well, y’know.’ Jane shrugged.
‘Well, I know I was kept up half the night.’
‘Sorry.’
‘What are you sorry for? Oh, god! Oh, god!’ Cathy mimicked. ‘Oohhhh, fuck. Don’t stop!’
‘Sorry.’
‘What is it, buyer’s remorse? Got a face like a slapped arse?’
‘Cath.’
‘At least it wasn’t that fucker Gary.’
‘Shhhssh. He might hear.’
‘Wait …’
‘I know.’
‘He cheated on you. Gave you a fucking black eye!’
‘I …’
‘Jesus, Jane! There’s a difference between stupid in love and stupid.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that is a good one, Rob! It rings true, and it raises a question that a lot of people have (Why the hell do you stay with/go back to him if he treats you like that?). The answer's complicated, as you know, but this really captures it well.
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