How’s she meant to know?

‘Just tell her.’

Paul shook his head.

‘How’s she meant to know, if you don’t?’

‘If she doesn’t know by now.’

‘How the hell is she meant to when you keep it bottled up inside?’

Paul shrugged.

‘You can’t keep living like this. You’re torturing yourself.’

‘It’s better than not being with her.’

‘But you’re not with her. You just work together.’

‘Still better.’

‘Sometimes you need to take a chance. Look, here she comes. Hey, Sally.’

‘Hi Mark. Paul.’

‘Paul was wondering if you fancied a drink?’

Paul’s eyes widened.

‘I’d love to.’

‘Really?’

‘I thought you’d never ask!’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.