Him, not me

‘What are you doing?’

‘Packing.’

‘Seriously? Why?’

‘Because I was in a relationship with you, not your brother.’

‘Was?’

‘Whatever we had is broken, Steve. It’s certainly weaker than family bonds.’

‘But we’re family.’

‘No. We were lovers. Your brother is family. And he comes first.’

‘That’s not true.’

‘Really? He’s a fucking nightmare yet you side with him every time.’

‘He needs time. And I can’t just throw him out! He’s my brother.’

‘So I’m throwing myself out instead.’

‘But neither of us wants you to leave.’

‘Us! Him, not me. Well, now you have him all to yourself.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.