Diary Drabble: Answer

Gautams heart is in his throat, the tension in his stomach a hard, gripping knot. Kunnars eyes are growing rounder by the minute, and his fingers flare wide down by his side; just as Gautams seen them do on so many occasions when Kunnar has been stuck for words.

Gautam begs silently for him to answer. At this stage hell gladly take any words from him, good or bad. Kunnar shifts, licks his lips, then gives a smile that says hes ready to speak.

Are you sure about this? Kunnar asks, which...