‘You need to pull yourself together.’
‘I am together.’
‘No, you’re not. You’re all at a sea. Without a compass.’
‘I’m fine. We’ll be fine. You want another drink?’
‘No. Neither do you. You call this fine? Look at you, you’re an emotional mess. She has you’re head so twisted you can’t think straight.’
‘That’s what love does to you.’
‘It’s what abusive love does. She’s a bitch; you’re just too bewitched to do anything about it.’
‘I know, but …’
‘So, what are you going to do?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Nothing?’
‘What else can I do? She’s my shipwreck and lifeboat.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Shipwreck and lifeboat
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'Shipwreck and lifeboat' - never heard it described better, Rob. There are people like that, and you capture it really well here. And even though you don't really describe it, I can just see the pub, too. Nicely done
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