For those who aren’t familiar with Drabbles. They are precisely 100 word stories. The titles don’t count for the overall word count, but they cannot exceed seven words. Here are twelve I’ve written for fun.
~~ Despairing Desperation ~~
“Gimme another.” The bloodshot eyes pierced Jill’s heart.
“You’ve had enough, Joe.” Jill hated this.
“You don’t control me.” Joe picked up his glass and slammed it down on the bar. “C’mon.”
Jill locked eyes with Stan, tilted her head towards Joe. He nodded as he approached.
“Joe, how’s it hangin’?” Stan put an arm around the old man’s bony shoulders.
“Lil’s gone y’know. Gone.” The old man’s eyes filled with tears. “Got nothin’ left.”
“You got us.”
Joe glared at Stan. “Got nothin’ else.”
Stan shrugged. “Your glass’ll stay empty ’til tomorrow. Lil’s home then.”
“One more? To celebrate?”
~~ Dealing in the Dark ~~
Darting a glance towards the mouth of the alley, Fred grabbed Carl’s sleeve. “How much?”
Carl assessed Fred’s desperation, calculating. “Hundred.”
Fred jumped as a raccoon dove into the dumpster. “Too much. Please, how much for $50?”
Carl snorted. “Didn’t risk everything to get a shipment to give it away, dungbrains.”
Fred’s eyes filled with terror and he put a hand out to stop Carl leaving. “I’m good for it, you know I am. How much you got? I can get you more clients.”
Carl reassessed greedily. “You know that many junkies? Got coke, meth…”
Fred whistled. “Get him, boys.”
~~ Saints Abound ~~
The sandcastle was suddenly covered by shadows. Timmy shielded his eyes and groaned. The bullies assessed his work.
“Hey, loser,” Johnny sneered. Timmy knew his hard work would be destroyed.
“Don’t make me call the Saints,” Timmy warned.
Johnny made a ‘get a load of him’ gesture and lifted his foot. “What? You think saints are gonna swoop down and save your baby butt?”
“Saints protect me!” Timmy shouted. Booming barks and thundering feet a second before massive Saint Bernards cleared the trees, running to Timmy.
“Call off the hounds!” Johnny pleaded.
Timmy petted Goober. “Say sorry.”
“Sorry!” Johnny cried.
~~ Baby Makes Three ~~
“911, ambulance, police, fire?”
“My wife, baby!” Derek shouted.
“What’s your location?”
Derek bellowed the address, clutching Mel’s hand.
“Hurry!” Mel panted.
“Hurry!” Derek repeated. “I can see the head!”
“Gotta push! Need. To. Push.”
“No!” Derek screamed. The operator tried to calm him.
Mel lifted her legs and pushed, beyond caring what Derek said. She tried to remember their training, but instinct took over. Sweating and grunting, Mel pushed. Blessed relief as the baby shot out.
“I did it! A girl!” Derek stared in wonder as paramedics burst in.
Mel, exhausted, rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you did it alright.”
~~ Nobody Has a Name ~~
“Who’re you?” Charlie asked the old woman.
“Sit down and eat.” The woman pointed at the tuna sandwich.
Charlie’s rheumy eyes watered as he sat down. Charlie wasn’t hungry. He pushed the plate.
“C’mon, Charlie. Eat for Martha.” The old woman patted his shoulder.
Martha? Something clicked in his foggy mind, and he reached for the sandwich. The tuna stuck to the roof of his mouth. “Where’re my teeth?”
“Out for repair.”
Charlie considered for a minute before nodding. “Who’re you?”
Charlie saw tears in her doe eyes. “Martha?”
She kissed his cheek.
Martha smiled sadly. “Nobody. Eat.”
~~ Mommy’s Little Devil ~~
“Mommy? Is that a baby in her belly?”
Beth’s face warmed. She looked across the bus at the pregnant woman. “Yes.”
“How’d the baby get there?”
“Later,” Beth hissed.
“Mommy, was I in your belly?”
Beth nodded, her jaw clenched.
“How’d you get me out?”
“Did you poop me out?”
Beth coughed to muffle Brittany’s voice. “No.”
“How’d I get in? Did you eat me?”
Beth slid lower in her seat. “Please, I’m begging.”
“Now can I get a kitten?” Brittany’s shrewd eyes assessed.
“Anything, just stop!”.
Brittany sat back in her seat, winking at the pregnant woman.
~~ Lost ~~
“We’re lost.” Katrina grabbed Gwen’s arm.
“Not lost.” Gwen tried to walk but Katrina held tight.
“We are. We’re too good to be lost. You’re so pretty.” Katrina went from watery eyes to adoring gaze.
“You’re drunk. We’re not lost.” Gwen linked her arm through Katrina’s and guided her.
“Doesn’t matter if Doug dumps me, I just need my bestie.” Katrina stumbled and Gwen caught her. “See? I’d have broken bones but you saved me.”
They broke through the trees and tumbled onto the grass. “She belong to you? She’s all yours. Wandered into our campsite claiming to be lost.”
~~ Our Time Together is Done ~~
“I want a divorce.” As Art spoke, a newsreel of their life together played in his mind. Liz, radiant, on their wedding day, babies born, pets buried, fights ending in tears, or laughter. Lost jobs, promotions won, dream vacations, nightmares, late night parties, all night worries. Health scares, broken hearts, broken bones, healing wounds, scars that faded, scars still pink and fresh. Holding one another up, or kneeling together. Tears of laughter, of sorrow, of anger, of frustration. He wiped his eyes, and looked at Liz for her reaction.
“You say that every time. Now get rid of this junk.”
~~ Not Daddy’s Girl Anymore ~~
Some days seem longer than others. Today felt like an eternity already.
“How do I look, Daddy?”
I swallowed hard. “Radiant.”
Anna’s grandmother’s dress, her mother’s tiara, her new family’s veil covering her beautiful face. “You ready to give me away?”
I shook my head. “Never. I’m ready to share you, though.”
Anna linked her arm through mine. “You were the first man I ever loved, Rob’ll be the last.”
“Unless you have sons.” I cleared my throat.
“Like you, I’ll always see them as my babies.”
Rob waited to receive her, eyes full of love. Anna was his now.
~~ In the Dark ~~
Lightning lit the room seconds before thunder crashed. The lights went out.
“Great.” Jared muttered, tossing the remote.
“I was about to make popcorn.” Delia got up and went to the window. “Raining hard.”
“How can you tell?”
“Lightning keeps flashing, dummy.”
They used the flashlights on their phones to gather candles, matches, and snacks. Settling on the sofa, Jared put his arm around Delia.
“Do you remember the last time we did this, just sat and talked?” Delia snuggled in close.
“Been y–” The lights came back on and Jared reached behind him to flick the switch. “Years.”
~~ Fancy’s Free ~~
“Who’s the best girl in the world?” Lydia asked the dog while she waited for the light to change. Fancy barely lifted her head, but thumped her tail feebly.
Lydia reached over, stroked the soft fur, tears filling her eyes. The car behind her honked.
“You’ll be all better soon,” Lydia promised as she pulled into the vet’s lot.
They were early, so Lydia helped Fancy out of the car and walked her slowly around the yard. The door opened, and Lydia stifled a sob as they entered.
The needle was in. “Run free my girl, until we’re together again.”
~~ Welcome Wagon, Regina Style ~~
Regina used to bake cookies and cakes for new neighbours. Forty years later, she was the new neighbour. No one knocked to welcome her, no one waved in passing. Her kids said she’d be happy with no worries maintaining a house. Regina was lonely.
Regina baked up a storm with no one to feed. She packed up her goods in empty moving boxes and made her way up the street. Cookies for the kids, cakes and pies for the parents. Within the hour, everyone was outside, talking to Regina, to each other.
“That’s better. Now I feel like I’m home.”