Heres a short drabble. Please send conctructive critism or encouragement.
Jack's Hat
"Jack? Tell me about your hat!"
"Love, it's a hat."
"Yes, but obviously there's some story behind it. Otherwise why you would wear it all the time!"
"'Cause I like it, savvy?" He knew it wasn't the answer she wanted. Bloody curious rum-burner. Mrs Turner: the brat who never gives up. Poor whelp.
"Jack! What are you grinning about?"
With a sharp mind and an even sharper mouth.
"Nothing love, just relishing in ones company. 'Tis not a crime."
Frowning, the former Miss Swann slumped down into the luxury chair, huffing.
Poor, poor whelp.