“Weekends were never so short before you,” She said. She tumbled out of bed, reached for a discarded shirt, any shirt.
“You’re so melodramatic,” He turned away from her, “Time is time, it passes just the same, it never changes.”
“Times change! The way I feel changes over time,” she finished buttoning the shirt, his shirt, and scrambled to finish dressing. “Someday, you’ll look back on this moment and know I was right.”
He rolled onto his back and looked at her. “Hey, you’re wearing my shirt.”
She shrugged, “This time, yes. But times change.”
He smiled. “No, they don’t.”
First published on drabblerousers.com
Wine and love was originally by Walking With Nora, but the reins have been handed over and it is now hosted by Suki. The concept is simple – each Thursday you post about what’s making you reach for the wine glass and what you’re loving.
- Work! My coworker had an accident and is in hospital recovering. She’ll be okay, which is really good news, but it also means for the next two months, I’m doing her job and my job. It means longer hours, more stress and I don’t get overtime or anything, so it’s hard to stay motivated when things are so nuts and I’m on the hook for things that I have no clue about.
- School! This sounds a lot like last week’s post, doesn’t it? With more work responsibilities, I have less time to spend on school and I have to figure out how I’m going to finish my work placement when I’m essentially chained to my desk for the next two months.
- Sad news: I’m going leave this one at that…
- My brother’s coming home for ten days! I miss him.
- Watching the Guild on Netflix
- …I know there’s more to add to this list, but it’s not coming to me right now.
- Oh, I LOVE that this week is nearly over. Then I can come up for air… Sort of.
She pulled her hair back and twisted it around her fingers, “What is it?”
She frowned, “Am I?”
He gave her the look. She sighed. “Yeah, maybe I am.”
“That’s never good for me.”
“Ha,” she smirked.
“No, really. This usually marks the beginning of the end.”
“For just a while.”
“Last time ‘just a while’ turned into six months,” he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“I always come back.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be here to come back to next time.”
“I’ll chance it,” and then she was gone.
Soon afterwards, so was he.
I started writing drabbles after getting hooked on them from Eleni Zoe and Peter DeWolf‘s project, Drabble Rousers.