I'm a little late with this week's drabble, but here goes. Remember, a drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own 100 word stories on Fridays, and tag them with “friday drabble”. Link to them in the comments here, or on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble.
Somehow, the bottle was empty. He stared ahead unfocusedly. He’d returned from the airport to find the fire department team cleaning up. Kari, the kids, the house, even the dog. Gone.
He’d found the book in the safe – practically the only thing that’d survived. It sat on the hotel coffee table in front of him. It was old – presumably went back ten generations. He’d never opened it before. Of course, it was all crap – a familial novelty.
"Vivo Iterum" it read. To live again. Good God — he was crazy even to think about it.
But what did he have left?