‘I don’t have another woman,’ Charlie said, exasperated.
‘You do, I know you do.’
‘I don’t.’
‘You’re always sneaking off to her.’
‘When? If I’m not at work I’m here, or taking the kids to ballet or football.’
‘Don’t lie to me! You’re always chasing other women.’
‘Julie, you know that’s not true.’
‘I see you. Hear you.’
‘I need to get out of here. Clear my head.’
‘Yes, go running to her!’
‘I’m not running to anyone. I think we need to see that psychiatrist again.’
‘Is she the bitch you’re sleeping with?’
‘Julie, please.’
‘Don’t lie to me!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
You can't try and reason with someone at times like that. No matter what poor Charlie says or does, he can't win. Nicely expressed, Rob.
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