‘Abandoned by my country!’ The black man screamed, dressed in filthy clothes, waving his arms aggressively. ‘How would you feel!’
Mark kept walking, pulling Sally closer to his side.
‘How you would feel, buddy, if you were abandoned by your country?’ the black man said, falling in stride besides them.
‘Just keep walking, Mark.’
‘Hey, buddy? Hey, I’m talking to you! How would you fuckin’ feel?’
Sally increased their pace.
‘Used up and thrown aside!’
They reached the intersection and dashed across towards their hotel.
The black man slowed to a stop. ‘You can run, sister, but you can’t hide!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words