EVEN MORE DRABBLES
Each piece must be exactly 100 words and is based on
an assigned theme.
The theme for this drabble was “Embarrassed”
Assorted “it looks lovely, as usual” comments emanated from the gathered group.
“Give me some that extra-crispy skin from the top of the breast.” Joe
requested.
Mac stuck in the tip of the knife, peeling the skin back, to reveal an envelope
of white parchment containing . . .
“Don’t tell me,” Methos chided, “that the great Duncan Macleod forgot to remove
the packet of giblets.”
A couple of Halloween Drabbles:
THE BEGINNING
The
initial cut was made with ease. A level slash with the Ivanhoe cut easily
through the flesh and separated the two parts quite elegantly. Methos stepped
back to survey his workmanship and smiled, grateful that he did not have to
deal with the trappings of a quickening.
The next step required a large metal spoon and rolling up your sleeves. Methos
took the quick approach to this. If he wanted pepitas, he could purchase them
already roasted and salted. He scooped the contents into a plastic grocery bag
and deposited them into the garbage.
Now came the fun part.
THE ARTIST
“I didn’t know you were so talented.”
“Like I told Michelangelo, it’s easy, you just decide what is inside the
pumpkin and then cut away everything that isn’t. But he preferred marble.”
The topic is “Chance encounters.”
STOPPING BY
He’d stop by every century, whenever he was in the area, just to
check on her. She thought her cottage was hidden by the mystical woods, but he
could always find it. He’d wait outside hoping she would come out, so that he
would not have to creep closer and look in the window.
Today when he finally got up the nerve, she was not alone. With her was a boy,
a beautiful boy, who would one day be one of them. He retreated again to the
woods and found he could not shake his erotic memories of ancient
The topic was “New”
NEW BOOTS
Methos glanced up at the dozen or so boxes stacked on his closet
shelf; then looked down at the numerous pairs of boots tossed like jackstraws
on its floor. It always seemed like a good idea at the time, buying a new pair
of hiking boots with lighter weight, easier lacing, more advanced padding, or
improved tread. Still, they never seemed to live up to the hype. They always
rubbed your feet in a different place or wore out too quickly.
He longed for the days when changing your boots meant just moving them from one
foot to the other.
The topic for this one was “over the top”
TROPICAL PUNCH
“Let’s see, to make Island Delight, you need six dozen oranges, five dozen
limes, seven dozen lemons. Juice them and throw in the rinds. Cube six
pineapples and smash another six.
“Then you add a bottle of dark rum, a bottle of light rum, a bottle of spiced
rum, a bottle of over-proof rum. Ten pounds of sugar, I think. Throw everything
together and stir.”
“I don’t think I'll have a large enough container.” Joe commented. “Can’t you
cut it back?”
“This is scaled back. In the original recipe, the stirring was done by a young
boy in a canoe.”
This topic required you write about a
“specific time.”
CLOSING TIME
It is mandatory that the lights go up, bottles be shelved, and the
beer tap turned off. The state imposes rules so people can’t stay here and
drink all night. The government assumes they will go home or someplace safer
than my bar.
Of course, when they’ve been drinking all night, it ain’t necessarily so. I
used worry about people getting mugged on the streets or killed in automobile
accidents. I sometimes worry about women getting their hearts broken or getting
pregnant. But mostly, now, I worry about my friends engaging in sword fights,
losing their heads, and really dying
The topic here was “whatever became of”
THOSE WHO CAN NO LONGER -- TEACH
Children, who filled her house, came in all shapes and sizes.
Throughout the day, she would have to differentiate those who had a true desire
to learn from those who were just taking lessons to please some adult. She
always loved it when she spotted a youth with an innate flair or someone who
just liked to practice. She was known for her tough drills with an emphasis on
repetition. They had to learn.
Someday she would be discovered and perform again, but until then it was a good
living. There weren’t many people who taught both piano and fencing
The theme this week was “Psychic Powers”
THE FUTURE
“Want to have your fortune told?”
Joe Dawson knew the gypsy’s plan, but his wallet held only $30. The rest was
stashed in his shoe. Despite his tattered jeans and tie-dye T-shirt, his
haircut loudly shouted Marine.
Shuffling her tattered deck, she told him to think of his question.
“So you want to play professional football?” Reaching her hand toward his
thigh, he knew it would eventually travel higher. Marine buzz was that
storefront gypsies sold more than fortunes.
Quickly she pulled her hand away and dealt a card.
“Cards say not today.” She handed back his $20. “Sorry, Joe.”
Not sure what the topic was this week, I
used it on a free week.
LINES
“That was terrible, Joe. I can’t believe any woman fell for that
line.”
The trio had gathered at the bar, relaxing, drinking and discussing the worst
lines they had ever used to lure a woman to their bed. Joe had a real doozy.
“That’s nothing, I believe I can top that,” Adam said quietly. “Once, it was in
the twelfth century, if I remember correctly, I met this young girl who was a
virgin. I told her that, if she slept with me, she wouldn’t have to worry about
being eaten by a dragon.”