“I know we should be getting up, but I don’t want to. Bed. Too warm,” she poked him with her toe.
He spoke into his pillow.
“What? Did you say you were going to put the coffee on?”
He rolled over, “I hate your devil machine. It whirs and lights up and spits out hot beverages.” (more…)
“Tequila makes me do wild things…”
New boyfriend lifted an eyebrow as he ordered the shots, “Oh?”
“Yup, I become an entirely different woman…”
“Really,” he slid the salt shaker towards me.
“Yup,” I took the shaker and went to salt my hand.
“Wait! Do me!” My friend Shannon offered me her salted neck.
I shrugged, licked the salt, took the shot, and bit into a slice of lime.
“See? Wild things,” I smiled at Boyfriend.
“I think we’re busted…” He gestured towards the other end of the bar.
I turned to see our 3rd period physics teacher.
“Ruh roh…”
A drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.
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He pushed through the door after a very long day.
“You’re feeling better,” he called out as a greeting.
“Hmm?” She barely looked up. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch, hunched over her ukulele, experimenting with different chords, trying to find the right one. He knew better than to think she’d heard him.
“You must be feeling better. You’ve got your uke in your hands,” he kissed her on the forehead. He also knew better than to interrupt when she was having a moment with her uke.
“I’ll start dinner?”
“Hmmm?”
He smiled to himself, “Yeah, I’ll start dinner.”
A drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.