What a Drag

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo is by David Stewart, and it is full of intrigue. The sculpture makes a very powerful statement about human interaction.

You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.

Copyright David Stewart

What a Drag

by Jan Brown

The harder he struggled, the more she dragged him down.

She latched onto him like quicksand.

He paused too long, allowing pure physical attraction to get a momentary edge. She convinced him there was a difference between temptation and addiction, between enjoyment and overindulgence, between a drink and a drunk.

She said she wanted love. What she really wanted was a place to stay, an endless wallet, an ardent admirer, a defender of all her misdeeds. She needed a comrade, a cohort, a co-dependent.

She latched onto him like quicksand.

The harder he struggled, the more she dragged him down.

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48 thoughts on “What a Drag

  1. “What she really wanted was a place to stay, an endless wallet, an ardent admirer, a defender of all her misdeeds.” No wonder he can’t get rid of her! Like the repetition of the first and last two verses–very effective.

  2. well done, mixing pathos with humor. this was my favorite – She convinced him there was a difference between temptation and addiction, between enjoyment and overindulgence, between a drink and a drunk.. but you could save a few words and drop the second and third “between.” eh, not necessary, but you can.

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