HT100 Challenge #1: Good Boy
Chris would have walked right by but the other chair at Toby’s table slid backwards in silent invitation. After a pause he sat, and without a word they settled into a chess game as if nothing at all had happened in the last few months.
After a time, Toby quietly murmured, “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, for what?” Chris stayed focused on the game. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with another flood from Toby’s endless river of guilt.
“Ronnie. Seemed like a nice guy. I’m sorry he turned out to be a fuckwad.”
Chris looked up into Toby’s eyes. There was no remorse there whatsoever.
Chris returned to the game. “Good Boy,” he murmured
After a time, Toby quietly murmured, “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, for what?” Chris stayed focused on the game. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with another flood from Toby’s endless river of guilt.
“Ronnie. Seemed like a nice guy. I’m sorry he turned out to be a fuckwad.”
Chris looked up into Toby’s eyes. There was no remorse there whatsoever.
Chris returned to the game. “Good Boy,” he murmured