Remember, a drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble.
Watcher
She waited.
She saw the vole from the height of the tiled roof. It quivered.
She saw the snake. Near the the vole.
She saw the commotion as a small dog bolted into the house’s yard. It didn’t see either.
She saw a small human follow. It toddled towards the snake.
She had observed snakes attack humans. And large humans smashing snakes with tools. The small human had no tool. She had seen snakes attack dogs. And dogs attack snakes.
She quorked to the other crows in her flock.
Snake. Human. Dog. Human. Vole. There would be food.
She waited.
There will be blood.
She certainly hopes so!
There will be food. . . nevermore.
She hopes it’s not nevermore!
Very dark. I like it.
Thanks Kzinti — I was going for the bird-mind eye’s view.
Quorked?
Hopefully “food” is either the vole or the snake … the dog or the kid would be too much, and they’ll have those pushy buzzards horning in on the party.
I’d always thought that was sound that crows and ravens made when they weren’t “caw”-ing… :)
Nicely twisted and dark! I love it!
A tasty bit of child…why not?
Thanks Lauri — I was going for that not-human view… :)
Lurking in the ethernet, the pedant waited.
He was famished. It had been too long since he had last fed.
He spied the congregation. The vole. The snake. The dog. The toddler. And the blacklings — quorking; chortling…
He loved Drabble; you could say he was an addict. Not that he had ever composed a Drabble himself; he hadn’t and he knew he couldn’t. How that rankled…
The snake reared upward, fanning its head, hissing at the toddler. The dog yapped annoyingly.
A Drabble is a very short story, of exactly one hundred words:
“Near the the vole.”
The pedant struck…
:)
Love it! You must strike out on your own!
Thank you, Steve! You are a good sport and a wonderful person.
I felt so creepy writing my first Drabble, parasitical as it was. But it did make me chortle. Clearly though, the idea for a Drabble is the key creative part.
I loved the way you started and ended on the same short sentence. And that every paragraph started with “She” except for the climactic para, thus emphasized.
Well, I had better retreat into the shadows again, there to lurk. :)
k9
Speaking of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, I wake up every early afternoon with vague and tremulous recollections of the last night’s doings — mine and of my cohort, to be known here only as c2h5oh — out and about on that ethernet: and we shudder…
Last night, we wrote a Drabble. Our very first and our very own. (Well, with grudging gratitude to the late Douglas Adams. (Who, to our certain knowledge, never wrote a Drabble in his life?) We entitled it: _The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe_; and, there, any resemblance to DA’s work ends.)
DARK!!!
P.S. Darn! The anove is what you call a Unix Drabble: wc said it was 100 words, but it’s only 98.
I had really wanted to end: “WAY TOO DARK!!”, so please consider the above, 1) amended as noted, and 2) my second and very last Drabble.
:)
k9 does Drabble
Nice!! Thanks for the shout-out!
Good Lord. I am sure I won’t be able to sleep tonight !
Mission accomplished! :)
…..That lay in the house that Jack built.
Loved it! I agree – spooky story. Your style of writing fits well with this genre.
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