Post by Steve on Jul 12, 2014 8:16:33 GMT -5
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but, since I can't draw a decent conclusion, I thought I'd see what I could do with a tenth of that.
This is my second attempt at a drabble. Not counting the title, a drabble is a short story of a hundred words, no more and no less. This ticks all the necessary boxes and offers some insight into the shitty day/month/year I've had. Think of it as life inspiring, rather than imitating, art.
THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR
We waited in a queue that snaked halfway round the store. When at last we began to inch forward, I could barely move and wasn’t sure I wanted to. As always, his hand in mine kept me going.
I needed to give him something to look forward to. Life goes on whether you want it to or not and today, like any other kid in December, Lachlan would tell Santa what he'd like for Christmas.
After we smiled for the camera, my little boy looked the fat man in the eye and answered his question with a single word.
‘Mummy.’
This is my second attempt at a drabble. Not counting the title, a drabble is a short story of a hundred words, no more and no less. This ticks all the necessary boxes and offers some insight into the shitty day/month/year I've had. Think of it as life inspiring, rather than imitating, art.
THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR
We waited in a queue that snaked halfway round the store. When at last we began to inch forward, I could barely move and wasn’t sure I wanted to. As always, his hand in mine kept me going.
I needed to give him something to look forward to. Life goes on whether you want it to or not and today, like any other kid in December, Lachlan would tell Santa what he'd like for Christmas.
After we smiled for the camera, my little boy looked the fat man in the eye and answered his question with a single word.
‘Mummy.’