Friday 30 November 2018

Burying His Pain (drabble)

Burying His Pain

Originally published by on 28/11/2018
There was another murder last night. Everybody’s talking about it.
Despite all the arguments they always had, I know poor old Lindsay Wade next door will miss his friend. He must feel awful after having that silly fight with him the other day. Such a shame they won’t have a chance to mend the fences between them.
Yes, there’s my neighbour now, still digging hard in the garden. He’s obviously taking it bad.
“Whoo-hoo! Mr Wade!”

He doesn’t seem very happy with me saying hello. He’s coming over. Why is he holding the shovel in the air like that?

*This was written in response to two other drabbles. The first, What, no Drabble? in which Mr Lindsay Wade implies other drabblers are buried in the garden. The second in which another author Irene C McCormick continued this storyline, seeing Mr Wade digging in the garden in Digging Again?
Mr Wade's drabble seems to have set off a spate of murderous drabble responses (I have another in the pipeline as well ;-) ): Drabblist resources for readers and authors

Tuesday 20 November 2018

Kintsugi (Drabble)

Originally published by on 13/11/2018
Even entering the museum of our life together, I am drawn by the memory of each gift, each apology that once mended a fight or misunderstanding and made us stronger.
I sit in the tall-backed armchair, so old and well-used the leather had scuffed and cracked in the place he had always sat in that room. The chair was the one thing he never gave to me or allowed me to use. From there I could see our broken life.
Kintsugi: the Japanese art of mending cracked pots with gold.
There is no gold left to mend this last break. Drabblist resources for readers and authors