Saturday, April 23, 2022

Riding the bus

‘I’m 48. I’ve no job, no money, no partner, and soon no home. I’ve two teenage kids who eat a fridge of food every day. I just don’t know what to do any more.’

‘I hear you, I do.’

‘I never thought my life would turn out this way.’

‘None of us do.’

‘And now I can’t see a life.’


‘Everything is just crowded in on top of me. You know?’

‘I do.’

‘What do you think I should do?’

‘I ride the bus all day.’

‘Does that work?’

‘Better than walking the streets.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Sunday, April 17, 2022

She's not my mother

 Calum breathed in slowly, replaying the conversation with his father two days previously.

‘Your aunt called yesterday. Your mother’s in the hospital.’


‘So, it’s serious. Cancer. Of the pancreas.’


‘You need to visit her, Cal.’


‘She’s your mother.’

‘No, she’s not.’

‘You might not get another chance.’

‘She hasn’t visited us in ten years!’

‘Which I’m sure she regrets.’

‘Whose side are you on, Dad?’


‘She left us.’

‘So, find out why.’

‘I don’t need to know.’

‘Yes, you do.’


‘Don’t be left wondering.’

Calum rose from the bench and headed for the hospital entrance.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Sunday, April 10, 2022

He’ll come to his senses

‘Did you honestly think that he’d turned to you after you tried to sabotage their relationship?’

‘I was doing them a favour; it’s obvious they’re not right for each other. The only people who can’t see that is them.’

‘The only person who can’t see the obvious is you. Seriously, Sarah, …’

‘He should be thanking me. I’m trying to save him …’

‘You’re trying to save him for yourself. You just can’t accept that …’

‘It’s Tim that can’t accept the truth.’

‘Sarah, whatever slim chance you had is gone.’

‘No. He’ll come to his senses.’

‘He already has.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Sunday, April 3, 2022


 The policeman sighed and lent back.

‘Let me guess, he stole your boyfriend.’


‘She made eyes at him?’

‘I don’t have a boyfriend.’

‘So, you ransacked her apartment and sabotaged her audition for no reason?’

‘He chose her instead of me.’

‘So, it was over a man.’

‘No. Yes. A role. It was to work with him.’

‘So, now neither of you have him, someone else has the part, and you’ve lost your best friend.’

‘She has him.’

‘And you have nothing.’

‘It should have been me.’

‘You could have been happy for her.’

‘She could have dropped dead.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.