Cassie opened the door. ‘Oh, it’s you.’
Jeanne stared at her feet. ‘I came to say sorry.’
‘You’ve said it.’
‘I didn’t mean to …’
‘You did; you just regret it now.’
‘You’re right. Sorry. I just …’
‘You just?’
‘I just … self-sabotage. It’s a means of short-circuiting … minimizing loss.’
‘Short-circuiting?’
‘The pain of it ending later will be much greater than destroying it now.’
‘But it might be wonderful.’
‘But if it’s not?’
‘It will be if you give us a chance. If you take my hand.’
‘I’m forgiven?’
‘You were the moment I opened the door.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
Saturday, January 1, 2022
The moment I opened the door
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Oh, this is a great scene, Rob. I really felt Jeanne's need to screw up her courage. Makes me wonder what she said or did. Well done
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