Friday Drabble: The Double-X Problem

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.

The Double-X Problem

Josh stirred a fry in some ketchup and sighed, “She was sort of boring.”

I’d inquired about his date with Sheila, the tech he’d been pursuing for weeks.

I’d expected as much. Josh was a good-looking guy and always seemed to have women interested in him. But he ignored girls that seemed too eager, always wanting the one that didn’t want him – until they did.

“You ask Maria out yet?” he chided, but just the thought of the potential rejection-to-come reddened my face and curdled my stomach.

We finished our lunches elaborating our ideas on what made women so difficult.

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13 thoughts on “Friday Drabble: The Double-X Problem

  1. My first attempt at a Drabble –
    —————————————————————————-
    Husband sat hunched over a keyboard.

    “What are you doing?” wife quizzed. No reply, only glassy-eyed staring at a blank Word doc.

    Wife tapped her foot , repeated her inquiry.

    His answer, between clenched teeth, dumbfounded her, “D-r-a-b-b-l-e.”

    “What, babble. You say I am babbling?”

    The high-backed chair swung in her direction. A strange utterance, unlike anything she’d heard before, spilled out. “D-r-a-b-b-l-e, d-r-a-b-b-l-e , d-r-a-b-b-l-e.”

    “ Doctor, come quickly – I think my husband’s had a stroke.”

  2. I love the response drabble by trailblazeri. And your was good as well! I am glad you take the time to write drabbles. It seems to me that they would be difficult.

  3. Friday Drabble – second one (Is this the place to post it?)

    Oh, those Golden Pork Chops.

    I went to market to buy a fat pig. What I found was a mere remnant of a plump piggy’s loin. Encased in a shimmering wrap and nestled together like Siamese twins, a tasty meal for two tempted my palate.

    I scanned the meat case, no one lurking about. Not a soul to steal these delectable porcus bits. I picked up the dazzling white tray. I donned my drugstore specs, and to my horror, there boldly stamped, the price for a prince, not for a pauper . There would be no swine in this abode tonight.

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