100 Word Drabbles

by TakenHawkeye

A compilation of all my drabbles, with more to come, done in a multi-chaptered format for space purposes. A wide variation of genres, subjects, and characters. Will review all who review me. New: Eleven

111. Memory

They whisper, as if at death's door, though there is no need. "How is he?"

Peg vaguely shrugs. "He has his days. More bad than good." As one, they both glance into the room.

Taking a deep breath, Hawkeye enters the room, stepping toward the man in the wheelchair. "Beej?"

Wary, BJ turns his head from the window.

Hawkeye sadly smiles. "How's it going, Beej?"

A blank look. "Mom's taking me to the lake today. Any minute now, she's coming for me." He turns away.

Hawkeye's face falls. Silently, he exits the room. Peg stares at him.

"A bad day."