Ginny stared at the ward ceiling.
‘Why am I still here?’
‘Because you flooded my apartment.’
‘I didn’t want to be saved.’
‘And I didn’t want you to die. And nor does anyone else.’
‘It’s not their choice.’
‘You’ve a long life ahead of you. It’ll get better.’
‘My life sucks. My boyfriend dumped me for my best friend. My brother-in-law fired me. And my parents think I’m a lost cause.’
‘They’re the problem, not you.’
‘I’ve always been the problem. I can take the hint.’
‘There was no hint. Just life being life.’
‘Well, I don’t want it anymore.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Some people do get to that point, Rob, and you express it very well here. Lots to think about here without you being heavy-handed about it. Well done
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