Drabble Lab Round 4: Solitude
Despite issues with logging in to the comments, last week’s drabble lab was great. Hopefully, sign-in issues will be resolved this time around; if you couldn’t get your drabble in for last time I’m sorry!
I was really impressed this week with the breadth of interpretations of the theme. There were a lot of different interpretations, and they were all quite interesting! Read on for runners-up and a winner; but go back to the original thread to see everyone’s contribution.
This one, by breadbox, is just adorable.
He truly was as perfect as it was possible for someone to be. His ideas, his habits — everything. Even his unfashionable clothes subtly complemented his warm personality. Really, there was nothing about him that she would change.
Not that she had ever said as much. No, she was his silent, singlehanded cheerleeding squad. But one day she mustered her courage and sought him out, to tell him plainly.
She found him reading a book and scratching a darkened jawline. She frowned. “Did you forget to shave, Dad?”
“Not exactly.” He shrugged absently. “I was thinking of growing out my beard.”
This one, by Anne S., is kinda creepy.
“But…what is it?” Her nose wrinkled in disgust even as she leaned in to get a closer look. It looked back at her.
“I don’t know, I just noticed it this morning in the shower.”
“Should you see a doctor? Or, like, a vet?”
I lowered my arm. “Ha ha. Very funny, Lucy.”
“It’s not funny at all, Sam.”
“Aw, come on. What’s the big deal?”
“What’s the big deal? You wake up with this… this thing growing in your armpit, and you’re asking me, ‘What’s the big deal?’ We sleep in the same bed, Sam. What if it’s contagious?”
And Gigi’s daughter, Zoe, even had a personal drabble to contribute:
I don’t want to grow-up. It sounds awful and dull. I wouldn’t get as much attention.
You know what? I’m going to put books on my head to stop me from growing!
Oh, darn, the books fell off! Well, I wouldn’t be able to balance them on my head the rest of my life anyway.
What if I don’t drink milk? Then my bones won’t grow!
Darn. Mom says I have to drink milk.
Hmm, maybe if I bonk myself on the head, that’ll do it.
OW! Nope, that doesn’t do it.
All well. Maybe growing isn’t bad after all.
The winner, however, is this one by Olivia, because I have a great fondness for mythological references and for inversions of the theme.
Yesterday there had been a beard on his face. Today there was none. He looked younger without it, as though his hair were suddenly less gray and his eyes more blue. His friends remarked on hos spry he seemed, but he simply smiled enigmatically. The following month they were sure something was different.
“Are you working out?” they asked.
“Just standing straighter” he replied.
By the end of the year Art knew he had to say something. His friend’s old staff rested uselessly in the corner while the man himself nearly danced across the floor.
“Merlin, are you growing younger?”
For the next round, the theme will be Solitude. Get those drabbles in by Friday!