Drabble Dribbles

By Susan Evelyn

1. Hot Water

I was taken from where I was dry and safe.

My covering was ripped away. I was left exposed on a cold hard surface.

The air became warm and moist.

Suddenly I was grasped tightly and plunged into hot water. I was melting!

With an imperceptible shudder I slipped from the bony clutches. I had mistimed my break for freedom and found myself sinking deeper into hot water. I was going to slowly dissolve. Oh! Ignominious fate!

Rescued! I was lifted out and my sloughing skin was rubbed away,

I heard sounds without comprehending.
“Don’t play with the soap, darling.”


2. The Blue Room

We are prisoners, my brother and I. We stalk the halls; sleep, eat, drink.

I catch glimpses of rooms beyond ours; bigger, brighter, blue.

The door between lies ajar. I push through fearful of being dragged back.

A bell jangles, feathers flutter and screech. I had made it. I am in the blue room!

I look around. It smells different. I find the scent of our captors but no comfortable spot to sleep; no food, no drink.

I am hungry. I surrender to the inevitable and call through the barrier. I heard a captor speak.

“Who let the cat out?”


3. Necessity & Invention

Lunch time amid the myriad boxes of moving house, I looked for my emergency bag of kitchen utensils. It was not in sight. I had a bread bun, a tin of sardines, even a tub of margarine. But cutlery? No sign.

I searched everywhere but still nothing. I was hungry and becoming frantic.

Maybe I could tear the bun in half and cope without a plate. The sardines had a ring pull lid. But, what to do with the margarine? Then the curling metal lid presented a solution. I used it like a trowel.

Finally fed, I was much happier.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.08.2010

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