A Horrible Haiku

Happy birthday, bro.
You are now a grown-ass man.
When did that happen?




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Cartoons: A drabble

She lay with her head in his lap, watching him as he watched the TV.  It was mostly quiet in the house.

“There are times when I see these little parts of you that make me sad you don’t want to be a father,” She said.

He moved to touch her face with his hand, his eyes still on the TV screen.  There was a pause. She wondered if he’d heard her.

“Because I like cartoons?” He asked after a while.

“No, you ass.”

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. She smiled.  He knew exactly what she’d meant.


drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.

Disconnect: A Drabble

“Here,” She handed him a folded piece of paper.

He lifted an eyebrow, “What’s this?”

“Try reading it,” She said with a smirk and a hand on her hip.

He unfolded the page and skimmed over the short note written in her familiar handwriting.

He furrowed his brow, “Okay…”

“What?” She looked at him, waiting for him to connect the dots.

“It has an emotional disconnect.”

“No,” She disagreed.

“What’s it supposed to mean?”

She took a deep breath and let it out quickly, “Nevermind.”

She took the paper from him, crumpled it and tossed it in the rubbish bin.


drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.