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The hood of the car.

Are we out the woods. Are we in the clear yet.

He sits on the hood of his car. Waiting. Just waiting. 2am. 3am. 4am. The hours come and go and he never moves. His head is bent towards the ground; his eyes never moving from the dirt on the side of the road. Concentrating on nothing; nothing but the time passing him by.

The sun’s first ray shines over the horizon, through the forest behind the car. He turns and waits, watching.

If you and I were there, we would swear she walked out from the tree line. But that isn’t what happened. She appeared, out of nothing at all.

A vignette, a 100-word drabble, inspired by a mix of Taylor Swift’s “Out of the Woods” and Maggie Stiefvater’s “The Dream Thieves”.

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Dinner: a 100-word drabble.

Dinner

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Dinner is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is from unsplash.com.

There’s a moment. Every night, a moment: the table is set — plate, fork, knife. A wine glass, a water glass. Two settings. The window is open and the smell of pasta sauce lingers in the air.

It’s late. I know it’s late. But I’m always late. This night isn’t any different. Only, it is.

I sit down at my setting and look at the food on the plate. Cold. The wine, red; bottle open, half-empty. The setting across from me has no food, only red stains and pasta streaks. The glass used to have wine in it.

I sigh, knowing.

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Outsides

The tattoo began to grow. The ink wasn’t bleeding, as is usual of a tattoo. Something green seeped up and out of the black lines. It spread and it grew until she couldn’t ignore it anymore. This shouldn’t be happening. It was the middle of the night. She had been sleeping. The dark emerald substance clawed its way around her left shoulder, across her back, capturing her waist and neck. She watched it take her over in the mirror across the room and thought about screaming for her father. But she couldn’t. Not yet. When the wings appeared, she did.

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. This is the first of many drabbles (100 word stories) I will publish.

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