‘What the … Miss, get down from there.’
Katya ignored him, staring at the water below.
‘Please. Miss.’
‘What’s the point?’
‘What?’
‘This life. They hated me because I was ugly. Now they hate me because of the plastic surgery.’
‘If you climb …’
‘For a few brief moments everything was okay. I made friends. Went to a party. Danced.’
‘And you can do it again.’
‘Then she recognized me and everything went back to how it was.’
‘It’ll change. You’ll see.’
‘It’ll never change. They’ll never hate me as much as I hate myself.’
Katya stepped off the bridge.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
What a sad ending, Rob, but you get to the core of it beautifully. This one is really gut-level and well done.
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