“So what’s wrong with being a boy?”
“Nothing, but I’m not a boy!”
“Okay, okay, that’s obviously clear by now. But will she understand?”
“She loves me right? Nothing would change that… I hope”
“God, I don’t even want to think about that possibility.”
“I have to tell her though. I don’t think I can carry on like this.”
“Yeah, I know… I know…”
“Think I’m ready to face her?”
“Ready? Probably not. But I can’t wait for that.”
“Johnny, are you talking to the mirror again?”, mom’s voice came from the hallway.
“Mom, I need to tell you something…”
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This story is 119 words long.
Very well done
Just the marrow of the story.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Who Is The Fairest?
Lovely kicker done in a drabble,
Hugs,
Joanne
neat
That is a great dabble. It makes me want to know how Mom will handle it. I guess thats left to our imagination.
Neat
little mental back and forth. Fears and imponderables with a tinge of hope. WE do.
Kristina
Nicely Done...
...without any sign (at least that I could see) of strain to make it fit so concisely.
Good work, and a good vignette.
Eric
Drabble Theatre: Reflecting
Maybe Mother knows already.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine