Mark stopped typing.
‘I was wondering when you would appear,’ he said without turning.
Sarah didn’t reply, unable to speak.
The gun started to tremble in her hand.
‘What are you waiting for?’
‘You … you betrayed us.’
‘To save you.’
‘Karl is dead.’
‘The three of us would have …’
‘And the others?’
‘They would have died regardless. We were all …’
‘In the fight! But you betrayed them. The cause.’
‘We’ll rebuild. Start again.’
‘No. I …’
‘Sarah.’ Mark turned in his chair. ‘I have always loved you.’
‘Yet you never understood me. Us.’
Sarah pulled the trigger.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that's a suspenseful moment, Rob - very highly charged. Now I want to know more about these characters. I can see this being part of a longer bit of fiction, or even a short story.
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