Freddie waited on the corner, staring at the big clock on the sign of the First National Bank.
12:03 am.
She'd be coming to the bus stop soon, after her shift at the movie theater ended.
Freddie had finally plucked up the courage to ask her out.
She came walking up. Freddie's palms were sweating.
"Deb...Deb...Deborah," he said, stuttering.
"Hello, Freddie," she said, not even looking at him.
"Would you...you...you...like to go out...out...out with me?"
She laughed uproariously. "You?! I'd rather be dead!"
"O...O...Okay," Freddie said.
Deborah thought that was the end of it.
It was the end of it.
Neville Hunt about 4 years ago
Love it! Neat, sweet and complete. (Be careful what you wish for!) Love the last two lines, so economical yet so final.
Neville Hunt about 4 years ago
Really like this series Christopher.
Christopher about 4 years ago
Thanks, guys.
I like it too, Neville. It's a nice starting point for an idea for a drabble. Sometimes the clock is featured heavily and sometimes it's barely mentioned, but it's a nice prop in the drabble either way.
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Loved the plots, cleverly executed!!!
Christopher over 2 years ago
Thanks, Verity.