Friday Night Drabble Party!
Well, hello there! Y’all just swinging by to shoot the shit? Oh, what’s that? You want a drabble? A FREE drabble?
Well, hot damn, are you in the right place!
Not gonna do any shilling tonight (BUY IN PERPETUITY!) and just gonna get right to the mighty micro-fiction that has you all hot and bothered.
The cocktails were served, the conversation was lively, the atmosphere of the evening was friendly.
Except for the matter of the corpse in the corner.
Folks tried to ignore it, to turn their heads and pretend that they had more relevant things to discuss. But, there it sat, refusing to leave.
“Didn’t even wear cocktail attire,” one woman scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“I know,” another replied, disgusted. “The nerve.”
There was a sigh of relief when a server finally hefted it over his shoulder and took it from the room.
More cocktails were served. It turned into a lovely evening.
Disclaimer: It’s okay to get hot and bothered by 100 words. It’s a perfectly normal part of life.