The policeman sighed and lent back.
‘Let me guess, he stole your boyfriend.’
‘No.’
‘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.
1 comment:
This really shows the consequences of that much ambition, Rob. You've done the characters really well here, I think, and it's believable.
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