Friday, 5 August 2016

Drabble #7: A story in 100 words

She took my hands in hers and said, “I love you but I can’t go on with you...anymore.”

“Who is he? Anyone I know?”


She shook her head.

“Why now? Why after...all these years?”


“I am tired of us, tired of our marriage. I want more out of life.”


“Can we have one last drink?” I said resignedly.

She nodded.

I handed her glass to her and kissed her. I sipped my drink and waited for the cyanide to kick in. I wanted out. Lord, make it painless.



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10 comments:

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    1. Thanks, Charles. I didn't know whether to bump off both or only the husband.

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  2. Oh, this is great, Prashant! I really do like that 'punch.' And you reveal a lot about the characters in just those few words. Well done

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    1. Thank you, Margot. Frankly, I'm not happy with the way this drabble turned out. Rather predictable, I should say. It's not easy to be original in a hundred-word piece. But it's a lot of fun.

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  3. Your drabbles ae fun to read, Prashant.

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    1. Thank you, Oscar. That means a lot to me.

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  4. Another good one, Prashant.

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    1. Thank you, Tracy. It could have been much better, more gritty and intense.

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    1. Thank you, Col. Actually no, that's not how it ends. He poisons himself to death! I was sceptical about the twist in the end.

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