Sunday, November 27, 2022

The family line

‘What’s that?’

‘Divorce papers.’


‘Irreconcilable differences. Or to put it another way, I can’t have children.’

‘Eric’s divorcing you because you can’t have kids?’

‘The IVF has never worked.’

‘So why not adopt? Or foster?’

‘He wants his own kids; continue the family line.’

‘And that’s more important than you?’

‘It seems that was my primary role; provide him with offspring.’

‘My god, what an ass!’

‘What am I going to do now, Sadie? Divorced, barren, not exactly good looking.’

‘Plenty of divorced men fit that bill.’


‘He won’t be making kids once I’ve cut off his balls.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Losing Sarah

 Harry lowered the letter. ‘She’s never visiting us again.’

‘How can she do this to us? What’s everyone going to think?’

‘Our daughter is cutting us off, Lorna.’

‘Exactly! And I’d arranged for her to meet Brandon and …’

‘You’re missing the point.’

‘The point?’

‘Our daughter never wants to see us again.’

‘Nonsense. She’s just …’

‘It’s not nonsense, Lorna. Her letter is clear. I can never meet your expectations and I’m always going to disappoint you no matter what I do.’

‘That’s not …’

‘Isn’t it? Right now, you’re less worried about losing Sarah than what others think.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Sunday, November 13, 2022

True colours

‘But why?’

‘Because I only see you as a friend.’

‘How about we try dating? You’ll see me differently then.’

‘I’m sorry, Cath, but I’m interested in someone else.’

‘But they’re not interested in you. Unlike me.’

‘How do you know what they think?’

‘Because I asked her and she told me.’

‘And she’d tell you the truth?’

‘Why wouldn’t she?’

‘Because she’s shy and kinda insecure. She’d have said what you wanted to hear.’

‘Or she could actually not like you.’

‘Or she could. We’ve been dating for two weeks.’

‘What? The sly cow.’

‘And there’s your true colours.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Sunday, November 6, 2022

They're in love

‘Are you coming down?’

‘I still can’t get used to this. She’s two years older than his grandchild.’

‘I thought we weren’t going to discuss this again?’

‘When the baby’s born, technically it’ll be my step-brother even though our son will be twenty-three years older.’

‘They’re in love, that’s all that matters. Come-on, she’s serving dinner.’

‘Which is another thing I can’t fathom. What does she see in the old bastard?’

‘Who knows? But she signed the pre-nup; she’ll inherit nothing when he passes.’

‘She’ll have the kid.’

‘Just remember to call her mom.’

‘Please, don’t. It’s not funny, Val.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.