Hello Drabble-writers! This week’s theme is late because I was sitting in front of a microscope all morning. And we got a lot of entries right after I picked a winner; I’ll be picking something during the day on Wednesday so to be safe write yours by Tuesday night! But I think the two week schedule will work swimmingly from here on out.
And oh my goodness, there were a lot of good drabbles this round!
This one by shadoe89 made me cry, and very nearly won:
“I miss him, too. I miss him so much.”
“If I could be beside you two today I would, but I can’t watch that. I can’t be a part of it. I have to do what I believe is right.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
She hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. She dried her face and clipped her brother’s favorite necklace on, squeezing the Saturn pendant tightly. Then Emily grabbed her keys and walked to the front door, picking up her sign with ‘Death Penalty’ crossed out as she left.
This one, by scurvygirl, is just oh-so-adorable:
When Simone saw the red pen marks covering the page, she was certain she had been handed the wrong test. But no, her name was on top of the paper, in her handwriting. A lump rose in her throat as she realized her mistake. She hadn’t used her school issued textbook for the answers; she had referenced her father’s bedtime stories about dinosaurs and carbon dating. And those were not just stories. After all, he taught big kids at the college about evolutionary biology. She cleared her throat, stood up on her desk and shouted, “This test is a lie!”
I loved the pacing in this one, by Brian G:
I gaze into the middle distance – my eyes on the target. Stealth is the key here. I tamp down my fear. After all, my enemy can’t see me from this angle… can they? Slow steps. Quiet steps. Closer. Everything will be over before they ever notice. Even closer. Push down the fear. I raise my weapon to my shoulder. Another step. Just one more.
My enemy shifts – I react.
I breathe a sigh of relief, walk to the kitchen and throw the rolled up newspaper in the trash – six legs twitching as the lid slams shut.
And this round’s winner is Coelecanth, for a story which (it turns out) was inspired by truth:
The old detective stood back as the beat cop took my statement.
“….and you hit him in the *arm*? “
The implication of his emphasis was clear: why didn’t you hit him in the head?
I refrained from saying that even if it had occurred to me I probably wouldn’t have done it. The money wasn’t mine.
Later the detective laid an avuncular arm over my shoulders and asked: “Have you ever been stabbed?”
“You don’t want to be!”, giving me a little shake. “You think about that next time.”
Why did they both assume I had time to think?
The theme for this week is frenzy.