Mothers

 Carrie popped the cards into the letterbox.

‘Who’re they for?’ Emma asked.

‘Our mothers.’

‘Their birthdays are close?’

‘Same day.’

‘Wow. And you’re not going to visit either?’

‘We don’t get on.’

‘Both of them?’

Carrie quickened her pace.

‘Hey, slow down!’

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’

‘You fell out with your mother-in-law?’

‘My mother.’

‘And he fell out with his mother as well?’

‘His mother-in-law.’

‘So neither of you fell out with his mother.’

‘We both did.’

‘But you just said …’

‘Emma!’

‘Unless …’

‘Stop.’

‘Really? Ryan’s your step …’

‘No! Stop leaping to …’

‘Wow!’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.