Another Wednesday, another drabble lab! Thank you to last round’s participants! Here are some highlights and the winner:
Coelecanth’s is very timely, what with the western US gearing up for wildfire season in a big way.
Stop, just stop, deep breaths and go through it.
Food and water for a couple of days.
Radio and batteries.
Change of clothes. “Huh.” She packed my wedding tie, nice.
Wool blankets. We are so fucked if we have to hide under those. Don’t think about it.
Box of documents. Passports? Yes.
“Dammit!” The photos! Where are they?
In those frenzied fifteen minutes of packing the cancerous orange glow from the burning forest had spread to cover half the sky.
Fuck it, it can all burn.
“Honey! Get Em in the car, we’re out of time…”
Scurvygirl’s used pronouns to great effect. “It” depersonalizes the victim (presumably humanity). “We” instead of “I” depersonalizes the swarm as well.
The meat was running away from us. It would soon tire and we would devour exhausted, defeated meat. We would gobble it down to bones. And we knew it would not last. But there would be other planets, other feasts. In the midst of the feeding, we couldn’t stop to plan the next event. We weren’t planners; we were doers. We paused in a disgruntled ball of buzzing anger as the meat disappeared into a stone box. We could sense its false sense of security. We buzzed louder, flew inside the hidden gap, the meat surrounded by stone and us.
And the winner is this one by Seelix, timely because it is time for summer camp, and what great imagery:
Squirming tadpoles, darting to shadows. Tiny minnows, flashing their sides. Crayfish, shooting backwards, away. A tiny water snake, slipping from her sunning perch, taking refuge among the reeds.
The arrival of the summer campers always set off a rush of motion in the creek, of animals fleeing perceived predators. For that, I always felt a bit sad. But the motion of the animals was nothing compared to the motion of the kids’ brains, as the creek’s inhabitants found places in their neurons, the crayfish settling in among dendrites, the minnows darting through axons, the snake sunning herself between their ears.
Here’s the illustration, by Jill!
The theme for the next round is solstice. Happy writing!