George stood by the window.
‘You can’t hide in here all the time,’ his wife said from the doorway.
‘They think I’m a monster.’
‘You can’t undo the past, George; you just have to get on with life.’
‘Which is more than Chloe Jansen can. I was one mouthful over the limit, she ran into the road and Pouf! Both our worlds are destroyed. One mouthful and I transform from harmless to monster. A pariah. A couple of milliliters.’
‘You shouldn’t have been drinking at all.’
‘She ran out. If I’d been sober ...’
‘You’d still be wracked by guilt.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.