smallhobbit | Dare to Drabble

Here are the promised drabbles from last week's post!

romanajo123 Original: Where do we go from here?

The worst of the storm had passed, and they set off again, picking up the path they had been on before the downpour had begun. Now, however, the wind had brought down a number of branches, and what had been a clear way ahead was throwing obstacles in their way. There was a temptation to go back, their hopes feeling as battered as the trees. But then anger took over. They had said they would make the journey, despite the doubters, and now they were doubly determined to reach their destination. It might take longer, but they would get there.

badly_knitted Doctor Who: Woolly jumpers

“Doctor,” Donna asked, “what are you wearing?”

“Do you like it?” The Doctor twirled round. “I thought it was rather stunning.”

Donna looked critically at the woolly jumper, which had mermaids on the front and back. She shook her head. “The one with the unicorn was bad enough. I really didn’t think you’d find anything to outdo that.”

“I thought it was rather fun.”

“No, I’m not convinced. Especially as I’ve just watched the crab which was on your left shoulder scuttle across onto the right shoulder.”

“You may have a point. I’ve just seen the mermaid swish her tail.”

stonepicnicking_okapi Lucas and the flour-less cake

“Mm, that smells good,” Adam said, “but I thought you said you couldn’t make a cake as we had no flour.”

“We haven’t,” Lucas replied. “I found this recipe for a flourless chocolate cake, and it was just pleading to be baked.”

“Why am I not surprised? Still it means we can have cake for tea after all. I was thinking of doing scrambled eggs if you’d like.”

“Ah, that may be a problem.”

“Why?”

“I used all the eggs in the cake.”

“What? You can’t have. We had half a dozen earlier.”

“It’s no use crying over cracked eggs!”

BySlantedLight Pros (because I can manage a drabble!)

There was the sound of crunching metal and breaking glass. Doyle ran at full pelt towards the crash, and saw, with a relief he wasn’t going to express, Bodie staggering out of the vehicle.

“What have you done?” Doyle demanded. “You’ve wrecked her.”

“I don’t think it’s as bad as it looks,” Bodie muttered. “And I’ll be okay in a minute, thank you for asking.” He went very white and collapsed on the ground.

Doyle swore. “I don’t believe a word you’ve just said.” A blaring siren indicated the imminent arrival of an ambulance. “You, however, can be patched up.”

And Ghosts

“There’s a hopscotch court, or whatever you call it, chalked outside the kitchen,” Mike announced as he came in.

“I know,” Alison replied. “Mary and Kitty are using it.”

“But they can’t throw stones for it.”

“The Captain tells them what the next number is.”

“Does that work?” Mike wasn’t convinced.

“No. Half the time Kitty forgets before she’s got there. And Mary’s hazy after five, but it doesn’t seem to matter. They’re having fun. The Captain gets frustrated, so they can only play until he gives up. And Robin’s been banned.”

“Why?”

“He’s too good at it.”

“Of course!”