Here we are again. It’s Friday. Apparently we’re getting some snow tonight.
I’ll believe it when I see it. Part of moving to the mountains was because of snowy winters. Global warming took care of that! Thanks, Obama! It snowed!
Anyhoo, it’s time to get toasty and kick back for some 100 word goodness.
But, and you knew it was coming, time for a little shilling first!
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And now, on with the Drabble!
The thumb drive sat on my desk for six days before I had the courage to plug it into the USB port on my computer. I should have waited six hundred days.
The files were filled with horrors. Horrors that I couldn’t imagine.
Documents, photographs, maps, sound recordings.
All of it was there on my Mac’s desktop. Just sitting there, the evidence that countless generations had hungered for. I had it.
But, for how long?
The following day the black sedans began to trail me. The men with earpieces on the street corners came next.
I haven’t stopped running.
It’s the last Drabble of 2016, y’all!
LET THIS YEAR DIE BY FIRE!
Anyhoo, hope you dig the drabble. But, before you get into the micro-fiction amazeballsness, please have a look at a couple of links below.
His disguise had been too perfect.
He’d slid in through the back to steal leftovers from the kitchen before the head chef threw them into the incinerator. A month’s worth of food, destined to be burnt to dust at the end of the night.
When his chance came, he took it.
Then it all fell apart.
Trays of illicit hors d’oeuvres in hand, he was suddenly shoved into the ballroom, an angry red face yelling for him to stop standing there and get back to work. He’d been mistaken for a server because of his disguise.
His damned, perfect disguise.
Disclaimer: Mmmm, crab puffs.
Well, here we are again, folks. Another Friday, another Party, another free Drabble! Bam!
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Now, how about some free micro-fiction? A gift of 100 words from me to you.
A Broken Wheel
The desk chair had a broken wheel. Three perfectly good ones, but one that refused to do its job and get Vivian from one side of her office to the other.
She was going to be pissed if she died because of a broken wheel.
Vivian strained against the duct tape, but it was duct tape. She pushed her feet down to keep the broken wheel elevated. If she could get to her desk phone then she had a chance.
The office door opened behind her and her chance slipped away. Just like that. All because of a broken wheel.
Disclaimer: Duct tape always wins.