“How long have you been working?”, a high-student asked me. I was visiting a school for disadvantaged girls, and for the last 30 minutes had been bombarded with questions on various career options.
“Guess”, I replied.
Two? Four? Three?
“Come on, girls. Do you think I look that young?”
“Fourteen! Nearly fifteen!”
There was a collective gasp. “No, you are joking.”
They were shocked when they realized I was not pulling their leg. “But”, finally ventured the bravest one, “why aren’t you married?”
It is sad those exceptionally bright girls consider marriage the end of all their ambitions.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.