Listless

‘Are you okay?  You’re not going to do anything stupid?’

‘I’m listless, not suicidal.’  He stared up at the stars.  ‘I’m just ... I mean, what’s it all about?  You know, life?  There has to be ... more, more than this.’  He swung his arm in an arc.

‘What’s wrong with this?’

‘Everything.  Nothing.  I don’t know.  It all just feels so mundane, like we’re just killing time.  Waiting for the great heave-ho.’ 

‘And you want more?’

‘Yes.  No.  I think I just need a change.  A new job, a new place, a new ...’

‘Partner?’

‘I’m listless, not suicidal.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.