A Story in 100 Words

[Ada]

(this is a short story group after all)

His skin felt hot and dry, burned not by the sun but by smoke, booze, and too much black coffee.

The warped linoleum under his cheek was blessedly cool.

An ice cold cloth slapped against his other cheek. He’d have screamed if he’d had the energy.

“You can’t do this forever, brother mine.”

The words were too full of sorry and pity for him to handle. “Why not?” he asked through cracked lips.

“Because I’m not going to be around much longer to scrape you off the floor.” There was anger this time.

“That is exactly why I’m doing it.”

[Alexandra]

This is the form of micro-writing that has captured my attention lately - the 'DRABBLE'! (100 words exactly with up to 7 words additional in the title)!