“I gotta run,” she says. “I have a exam in biology to study for.”
“I had an exam at the hospital yesterday,” he blurts.
She giggles. “What grade did you get?”
He remembers the scan full of unexpected metastatic dots.
“They don’t give grades.” He hopes his smile seems natural.
After she leaves, he rolls upright, lights a cigarette – why stop now? – and stares at the door. He opens the nightstand drawer, removes the book, and desperately begins to cram.
Here’s another 100 Word Story. This week’s theme: Exam. Be sure to vote for this one – or any other favorites you might have – at podcasting.isfullofcrap.com. You can hear me reading the story here (MP3 format).