‘You’re awake. You want coffee?’
‘Please.’
Sandra disappeared from the doorway.
‘About last night …’
‘Yeah?’ Gary answered, tugging on his shirt.
‘I don’t usually … I guess …’
‘You’ve buyer’s remorse?’
‘No, no … I just … could we keep it a secret?’
Sandra reappeared and held out a cup.
‘Pretend it never happened?’
‘I don’t want our colleagues to … well, you know.’
‘Okay.’ Gary smiled ruefully.
‘I don’t mean it never happened. Just …’
‘Yeah, I know. It was a mistake.’
‘No.’
‘But it’ll remain once?’
‘I ...’
‘Don’t worry, once is almost the same as never.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
You capture that dilemma really well here, Rob. You don't want a lot of talk about 'what happened Saturday night.' At the same time you don't want it all necessarily to be a one-off. Well done
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