Drabble Stories

 She woke up ecstatic at the thought of the joyful preparations ahead. She really loved the holidays.Then she caught sight of a printout her husband had left on the table. The Christmas present ticked her off mightily."You got what for my mother?” "It's not what it looks like," he said.“Good, ’cause it looks like a ticket to Timbuktu!”“That’s where I’d like to send her,” he muttered. It was the wrong thing to say.*“The de...

"It’s not what it looks like," he said. "I’m not pushing. You’re the one pushing." "Am not." "Are too." "Leave me alone. This side is mine. Stay on your side." "I’m not on your side. Now I’m on your side. Now I’m not on your side." "Stop. I’m gonna’ tell." "Go ahead. See if I care." "I will. Then you’ll have to stay behind." "Yeah, right. As if I’ll be left behind." " I hate you." "You can’t hate me, it’s Christmas. You h...

The Christmas present ticked me off! After twenty years of friendship, he knew how I felt about presents and Christmas. The wondrous ideal of love, family and religious worship, that Christmas is, was disappearing; being bastardized by the rapacious celebrations of today’s materialistic society. I abhor that loss of spirituality and introspection. How could he do this? But remembering our loving friendship and the true gi...

“Not guilty, Your Honor.” “Tell the court what happened.” “Your Honor, I needed a gift for my wife. We married on New Year’s Eve last year; today’s our anniversary. The store was closing, and the clerk didn't want to accept my payment. I left my credit card number on the counter, so technically I did not steal the necklace. Now, I just want to hurry home to my wife.” “The court finds you guilty!” “Aw.” “Fortunately, you’l...

The thing about funerals is that it's not only the poor bastard on the casket who looks dead. As you reach out to grab the crying son's shoulder or the wailing husband's hand, you see the hollows in their cheeks and their ashen faces and feel skin unnervingly cold from the twenty-year-old air conditioners whirring in the background. You see how screwed up everyone is, how the hundreds of tears they cried have taken half o...

As the snow falls silently outside my window, I sit here dreaming of you. I miss the way you smiled at me when I would run off on a tangent, then forget what I was talking about. I miss how you would sit at my desk working intently as I lie on the bed and watch you. I miss how you could always find time to indulge my spontanious impulses to go do something without complaining. I miss you lying next to me, watching me watc...

What the hell did Idrink last night? I thought, head spinning as I came into consciousness. Trying to think past the crippling post-alcohol agony I focused on the details that led to there being a crippling post-alcohol agony in the first place.Okay, best friend is getting married. That’s hard to forget. Bachelor party. Okay. The case of 150-proof Joe dragged out of his car. Things starting to make a little more sense. Fu...