Category: Drabbles

Your Lost Sock (Drabble)

100 Word Short Stories

It happened so fast, what more can I say? Sometimes you have to get a little lost.

See, my twin made it through just fine. He passed the hamper, swirled about in the washer, danced joyously in the dryer, and then landed softly in the clean clothes basket.

Only now the basket is empty- all the garments sorted and put away. Well, almost. Except for my mate laying there alone.

Sorry my friends, but I could not live that life anymore. I needed a vacation, time to drift away.

Wait and see however, I may reemerge.

Sincerely,

Your Lost Sock

Daisies (Drabble)

100 Word Short Stories

Wow, what am I doing?

She hesitated, but picked the flower anyway.

Daisies had always been her favorite.

So bright, cheerful, and yellow.

But daisies were also what he used to bring her on Friday nights… back when they were in love.

For the past year, moving on from such betrayal felt impossible. Her world remained rainy and gray. She had sworn off even looking at daisies.

After pruning away the excess stem, she added the bloom to her wildflower bouquet. Finally, reality wasn’t stinging so much anymore. Going forward had never felt so freeing.

The daisies were hers again.

Mechanic’s Shop Coffee (Drabble)

Tyler Rainsworth savored the bitter flavor of mechanic’s shop coffee on his tongue. To him, it tasted like it was brewed in heaven. The taste of newness. Of second chances.

He was still adapting to the feeling of the button-up shirt and khaki pants he had just purchased yesterday. A far cry from his old, destitute wardrobe of rags and former vagrant life, existing merely for his next quick fix.  

But today, Mr. Miller believed in him. Enough to offer him the office job at his garage.

Straightening his shoulders, he inhaled deeply and stood tall.

I can do this.

The Leaf (Drabble)

A woman watched a leaf float gently through the cool autumn air towards the earth. Its shades of crisp orange, fiery red, and soothing yellow all marbled together artfully. Bending down, she picked it up by the stem to study it closer.

Such a simple beauty- when was the last time I even stopped to notice?

Why don’t I anymore?

She turned to her young son, who sat on the bench with her. His hands were welded to the electronic rectangle, his attention glued to her smartphone screen.

She blinked away tears as awareness struck.

A tragedy of lost wonder.