This old guy leans over me as I’m working in my local library. He smells of beer and wet leaves. “What are you doing, buddy?”
“Writing a drabble.”
“A what?”
“It’s a hundred-word story.”
“Oh.”
He looks confused. “What’s the point?”
“Writing?”
“No – dribbles.”
“Drabbles,” I correct. “It’s fun writing them.”
“Whatever,” he says. His rheumy eyes stare at my computer. “Do you count the words as you go?”
“Yeah – sometimes. Sometimes I check after and cut down.”
“Seems like wasting time,” he says, and wanders off.
I shake my head.
They really shouldn’t let politicians visit.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
That last line surprised me and left me laughing. Nice drabble!
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Haha! This entertained me, good stuff, John! :-D