Daily Drabble 7: Does Not Work

The inscription reads, “does not work.” 
So I flip it. In a far off room in the house, a bell rings.

Without a thought, I put the leash on the dog and we head out. It’s a cloudy, windy day; lots of smells to investigate. We keep a brisk pace and are soon back home.

Pet the dog, write the note, get the dog to go into his crate and give the dog his treat.

“See you later, pup!” I crouch down and close the door to his crate.

As I stand back up, a bag drops over my face.

Daily Drabble 6: Chickens

“She’s gonna live with us,” Joel announces. “And nobody’s going to eat her.”

Cherise nods, barely taking her eyes off the TV. She’d been waiting all week for a time when no one was around and she wasn’t going to let Joel’s sudden change in routine destroy that for her.

The chicken bocked, bringing her back to reality. Cherise looks around at Joel’s office and wonders at the mess. 
How, no, WHERE did he expect to keep a chicken?

“Will we get to eat her eggs?”

Joel shook his head.

“Fine.” Charise gritted her teeth.

“She doesn’t lay eggs anymore.”

Daily Drabble 5: Basement (part 1)

After several days of rain I stayed out late one night and came home to a dark house. 

I went quietly to the basement stairs and opened the door to pungent smells.

I hoped there would be no brackish sewage water.

I would have to reset the sump. 

I flip the light switch.

Nothing.

I try the hall switch. Nothing.

I grit my teeth. “Fuse box and sump pump.”

I start down the stairs to the sounds of the rain and thunder.

My feet slip, I grab at the wall, but spill forward. I land in freezing water face first.

Different basement, different flood, same feet

Daily Drabble 4: Headless Speculation

The inscription under the statue read, Genovese. Genovese, one of the biggest crime families in New York. The family the Godfather movies were based on.

I wonder about her. How did she end up in Mount Carmel Cemetery, so close to Chicago, without a head? Did she flee the islands of New York only to die here? Was she kind and good? Was she killed? I suppose if her body has no head like her statue shows, it wasn’t a natural death. Did she know her assailant? Was it a lover? Someone who was jealous? An enemy of her family?

Daily Drabble 3: Forgotten Shoe

Thomas, a boy of seven, looked at the shoe. He’d seen it before, adorning the foot of his archenemy, Maddy. But as he looked at it now, a new thought crossed his head. What if she wasn’t his enemy? What if he was prince charming and she was to be his princess?

He turned to Jonas, his older brother. “Have you ever been in love?”

Jonas, age twelve, shrugged. “Once.”

“How did you know you were in love?”

Another shrug. “Just did.”

Thomas picked up the shoe. He was pretty sure it was hers. He tossed it in a bush.

Daily Drabble 2: A Walk at Dusk

The houses I walk by want to be castles or mansions or maybe they are and they’re just miniaturized versions. A dog barks from a yard three houses away. The sky is cobalt blue. An open window to a party inside where men brag about tax breaks and make jokes about being born on the right side of the tracks. The mini-mansion is lit so bright I can see right into the dining room where a woman sits in a straight backed chair with a smile plastered on her face. The sky is black; jeweled stars and a cresting moon.

Daily Drabble 1: The Meta Drabble

I’m going to start posting Daily Drabbles!

It shouldn’t be too hard, right? Just a hundred words a day? And some days it’ll be my Drabble Dreams counting as my Daily Drabble. Oh! And I shall include pictures! Possibly a photograph or something I drew or painted or created in some other medium. I can dedicate them and, if I EVER get better about mailing things, send my “creations” to the dedicated people.

If someone dislikes it, well, they can just be glad it’s only one hundred words.

This is my blog and I shall post what I like.  Yay!

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