‘She’s chatting shit mate, she loves you.’
‘I ain’t chatting shit, it’s over.’
‘She is chatting shit.’
‘I ain’t chatting shit. I’m movin’ on.’
‘You’re so chatting shit it ain’t even true.’
‘Man I ain’t chatting shit. I’m walkin’ out on him right now.’
He sits in resigned, relieved silence.
**
Gone old school today and back to a 50-worder – my first for a while. I feel really sorry for this guy. I’ll have something a little more substantial later hopefully.
Just Punch The Clock 