Happy Feet
She heard the ball land on the floor with a wet smack. Turning around, she saw him standing there, hands spread across the lattice of the childproof gate like starfish crawling along the seafloor. Bouncing on his feet a little, he tipped his head back and gave her a wide, not-very-toothy, smile. This was a game they played whenever she washed the kitchen floor. He wasn’t allowed in while she cleaned, but when she was done he got a reward from the cookie jar. It had become automatic. She heard his squeal on her way to open the penguin, “Tookie!”
Heh. I couldn't disappoint Bev! Plus, it was nice to do a little cheerier drabble than what's been coming out of my pen up to now.
Automated Drabble
It was a
☐dark ☐wet ☐clear and
☐stormy ☐blue ☐shiny
☐night ☐sea ☐limo.
The ☐boy ☐model ☐dog
☐sat ☐idled ☐ ☐lay
on the ☐rocky ☐dangerous ☐empty
☐street ☐beach ☐runway.
There was the sound of far away ☐sirens ☐thunder ☐applause
and muffled ☐engines ☐screams ☐shots.
A man walking by threw a
☐sno-cone ☐gun ☐rose
☐into the water ☐at a girl ☐into the trash.
His shoes were caked with
☐dough ☐blood ☐tomato sauce
and he was singing
☐ Hallelujah ☐ show tunes ☐"Meet the Swinger. Polaroid Swinger."
The man
☐screamed ☐fainted ☐laughed
when he saw the ☐cookie jar ☐ pizza ☐body
lying in front of him.
The ☐boy ☐model ☐dog
ran to him and ☐licked ☐kicked ☐kissed him.
The sound of ☐sirens ☐thunder ☐applause
grew louder as they both ☐howled ☐ran ☐ate.
The animated or automated challenge is now closed.
This week's challenge is opening the box .
You've always taken as much care with the wrapping as with the contents: a pastry brush and wooden spoon crossed in the bow of an apron wrapped around the box containing a pretty ceramic pie plate. A pretty pebble twisted in tissue-foil, tied with tinsel, a tiny bottle full of sand with an hourglass drawn and "extra time" hand-lettered on the label, and a list of "things to do with your extra time" on parchment, rolled and tied, all tucked into a small white bag watercolored with sunset, or forest, or ocean.
Your mom always handed you a wrinkled brown paper bag, the top rolled over and crimped shut. Happy Birthday, she'd say. Merry Christmas.
