Friday Drabble: Spirits

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. And since it’s getting close to Halloween, I think we know where we have to go…


Holding the tumbler under his nose, he inhaled deeply, enjoying the whisky’s earthy, astringent aroma for a moment. Tom considered adding a little water and decided against it. Agatha hissed, interrupting his reverie.

“What’s that, precious?”

The calico arched its back, growled deeply, and bolted from the study.

Taking a sip, he returned to his armchair. And stopped. His Kindle was gone. No, not gone. It was across the room on the ottoman. Ten feet from where he’d left it not two minutes ago.

The hair on his neck bristled, the whisky souring on his tongue.

“Not again,” he sighed.


14 thoughts on “Friday Drabble: Spirits

    • GOM — my original idea was to have him confused a little by drink actually as to whether it was — or was not — really happening. That was way too much for 100 words.

  1. [covers mouth] OMG. I don’t want to say too much about it, but years ago I had an experience involving drinking spirits and an unearthly spirit. Of course I was accused of being drunk, but I had hardly touched my drink when I saw—something. The sort of thing where you say to yourself, “I’m not crazy, right? I saw what I saw, but….”

    • HG — I think I hear a blog post coming on! My grandmother swore she saw the ghost of her son — who died in WWII. She saw his ghost about a week before the G-men came to tell her he’d died. So — I’m not sure you’re in bad company…

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