A couple of Lemsip

‘It’s not self-isolation if you stay home from work during the day, but go to the pub in the evening, Kevin.’

‘Sure, doesn’t alcohol kill it? Handwash and that.’

‘Guinness is hardly sixty percent proof. You were probably shaking hands and slapping backs all evening.’

‘Stop fretting, Mary. It’s just the flu.’

‘That might kill you, or whoever you pass it on to.’

‘A couple of Lemsip and you’d be grand.’

‘No, Kevin, you wouldn’t. Stop being a selfish prick.’

‘There’s …’

‘If someone we know dies, I’ll tell everyone you’re responsible.’

‘Mary.’

‘Don’t Mary me; go wash your hands.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.