Friday Night Drabble Party!
Another Friday, another Party! Can I get a whoop-whoop?
No? How about a yowza? Not that either?
Bam? Woot? Yippee?
Screw you guys, I’m taking my Drabble and going home…
The needle entered the vein like a long lost lover, home for the weekend, desperate for connection. Up came the blood, mixing, mixing, mixing. Down went the plunger.
The sigh was long and blissful; the long lost lover having satisfied.
The room spun; the ceiling evaporated. Stars above became stars in hand; the night sky was infinite and in reach.
Planets came and went, spinning their dizzying lives around their stars; worlds gone wild.
Then the inevitable crash; the falling back into the body that was an unmovable prison.
Hector blinked happily.
“You’re welcome,” the nurse said. “Tomorrow then?”
Disclaimer: Uh…I got nothing.