HT100 Challenge #175 - Future
Another future Ryan drabble. 150 words. Still in Oz this time.
Ten years later…
He ambles into the space behind the glass set up for him. The name ‘Savannah Jeffries’ doesn’t ring a bell, but Sister Pete was insistent that he meet her. Probably someone related to the accident needing to come to terms with this or that.
He looks at the woman on the other side of the glass. Practically jailbait, he thinks. If he can charm her enough, maybe she would visit him again soon.
That is, if she wasn’t pissed at him for robbing her of a father during her childhood.
“Hi,” he smiles warmly.
“Mister O’Reily,” she says hesitantly.
“Ryan. You asked to meet me?”
She stares at him for a long moment then nods.
“Why?”
“Do you remember MaryAnn Dunnigan?”
Sure, he remembers MaryAnn. Great gal. Nice rack. Always up for a night of fun. God, he hadn’t seen her in twen-…
… no fuckin’ way.
Ten years later…
He ambles into the space behind the glass set up for him. The name ‘Savannah Jeffries’ doesn’t ring a bell, but Sister Pete was insistent that he meet her. Probably someone related to the accident needing to come to terms with this or that.
He looks at the woman on the other side of the glass. Practically jailbait, he thinks. If he can charm her enough, maybe she would visit him again soon.
That is, if she wasn’t pissed at him for robbing her of a father during her childhood.
“Hi,” he smiles warmly.
“Mister O’Reily,” she says hesitantly.
“Ryan. You asked to meet me?”
She stares at him for a long moment then nods.
“Why?”
“Do you remember MaryAnn Dunnigan?”
Sure, he remembers MaryAnn. Great gal. Nice rack. Always up for a night of fun. God, he hadn’t seen her in twen-…
… no fuckin’ way.