‘Jesus, Rachel, are you going like that?’
‘Like what?’
‘Like you don’t give a fuck.’
‘I don’t give a fuck?’
‘You could dress up a little.’
‘I’m a single mother with two kids, one with special needs. All I do is give a fuck.’
‘That’s not what I meant.’
‘That’s exactly what you meant. I should try harder to look like a competent mum.’
‘That’s …’
‘I’m not looking for a fuck, okay. I’m going because I have to.’
‘Rachel.’
‘I’m going like this and that’s it.’
‘At least …’
‘At least what?’
‘Turn your shirt the right way out.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I totally understand Rachel's perspective on this, Rob! I like her attitude. That said, though, you did put in a nice little bit at the end. I think I'd draw the line at wearing the shirt inside out, too...
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