Times Change; A Drabble

“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

Gone: A drabble

She pulled her hair back and twisted it around her fingers, “What is it?”

“You’re unsettled.”

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.