Friday Night Drabble Party!

IT’S FRIDAY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

I hope everyone is having an awesome Friday so far. I know a TON of people are out seeing Rogue One. I’m a little jelly about that. I’ll see it next week. Not gonna stress. I have a feeling it may have a long run in the theaters. Call it a hunch.

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Now, on with the Drabble Party!

Enjoy!

***

Ten
By
Jake Bible

Ten.

It was a number she lived by.

Ten.

A number she worked by.

Ten.

A number one day she expected to die by.

Ten.

Nine in the magazine, one in the chamber.

Problem was, she needed eleven. Twelve, if she wanted to leave the slimmest margins for error. There was always error.

Like now.

She’d been told six men would accompany Gordon. Six, not eleven. Six would leave four for error. A wide margin.

No margin left with eleven.

Oh, well. That’s why God gave her two hands with ten fingers.

Ten.

They’d have to make up the difference.

***

Cheers!

Disclaimer: This little piggy…

Posted on December 16, 2016, in Friday Night Drabble Party and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I put this together Friday on my way out to the new Wahlburgers that opened near me.

    “Christmas Surprise”

    I’m gonna die!

    The children, they’re going to be so disappointed. Screw that, I’m gonna die! This sleigh is out of control.

    “Prancer, you son-of-an-elk, straighten out!” A whip crack later he does, and the sleigh follows suit. Christmas might be saved after all.

    Then again…

    Suddenly Donner and Blitzen begin slowing, and Comet completely stops running. The other reindeer follow his lead and the sled comes to a stop, suspended in air.

    What is this, a mutiny?

    Nine antlered heads turn in unison. Rudolf’s nose flares to full brightness.

    “Um, guys? Anyone want a carrot?”

    Gulp…

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