*sighs* Yeah, I know. I still haven’t caught up on my reading. I worked a bit of overtime again last week. And with Script Frenzy to top it off, I’m quite busy. I’m 45 pages into the challenge so I can say it’s going very well. Contrary to what I did for NaNoWriMo, I don’t intend to push myself as far as I can go; I’ll slow down once I’ve reached the required hundred pages.
I plan to catch up on a bit of my reading tonight. In the meantime, here’s this week prompt!
- Read the prompt and find your angle.
- Write a drabble (100 words story, give or take five words).
- Post a direct link to your drabble in the comments (or, if you don’t have a blog, just go ahead and post your drabble in the comments).
- In the post on your blog, make sure to link back to this post.
Today’s theme is: Dot!
And, as promised (because yes, I keep those though sometimes they are delayed), here are two drabbles; last week’s Race and this week’s story.
I hate being last. The youngest sister of three brothers, I spent my whole childhood stinking, being the ugly duckling or the fat cow, and any other thing my brothers thought of to complete the classic ‘the last one to reach’ statement.
That’s what I thought about when I lunged to collar my first fleeing criminal. Now that my hands are closing the cuffs around his wrists, I can’t keep myself from smiling.
“Nice catch, Rookie,” my partner says as I escort the criminal to the backseat. “That was quite a run.”
“Three brothers will do that to a girl.”
I liked the simple, abstract painting. ‘Red Dots on Pearl White’. What a perfect title. Very Malevich. With a flick of the wrist, I could turn the whole thing into a Pollock-inspired group of intricate lines and drips. Then, the authorities would be right to give it a number. But the result wouldn’t be nearly has peaceful as the dots.
I had to decide which form I wanted my oeuvre to take. I dipped a finger in my medium and started writing among the dots. This would be a new art movement.
‘Murderer of a Tile’. That was the title.