Short Story/Drabble: The Struggle

She looked him in the eye and saw the end approaching like an oncoming freight train. Even now with the clichés, she thought, and prepared for the worst.

“Listen, can we talk?” He said. He had at least brought coffee and what looked like cookies in a bag.

“Go on then.” She said, pausing her editing to give him her full attention. It was only polite.

“Look, it’s not you…”

“Correct. I’m working damn hard on things from my end.”

“Yeah. I know.” He looked embarrassed. “It’s just, this is all so new for me.”

“Fine. Start the story again.”

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Library Person, Raconteur, Poly, Queer and Bon Vivant. You were expecting something simple?
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