Drabble – “lion”

What is a drabble?  CMRPrindle, one of my creative besties online, explained to me that a ‘drabble’ is a very short story used to stretch your brain.  The official definition of a drabble is exactly 100 words as defined by Wikipedia.  I learned that only after I created this extremely short story of 250 words.  So what I wrote is a drabble on steroids who took a bath in Root-tone.  So forgive me, drabble purists, and thank you, my friend, for the idea of the word “lion”.  Also, this paragraph is 100 words; does that count as a drabble, too?


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“Oh look, Mommy, kitties!”  the little girl shouted excitedly as she dragged her hapless parent into the Lion Exhibit.  She sighed in the coolness of the room and let go of her daughter’s hand, allowing her to charge the reinforced glass where the leonine creatures were stretched out.  Her daughter had a remarkable sensitivity to all creatures, but she had a special affinity for cats.

She plopped down on a bench and stretched her back, releasing tension with an almost audible pop.  It had been a while since she and her daughter had spent time with just the two of them.  But the life of a New York City district attorney is not always nine to five.  Her phone rang.

Keeping an eye on the little girl currently chattering at a bored male with a crazy mane, she reached in her bag and rummaged until she found her phone. Thumbing it on with the ease of long practice, she put it to her ear.

“Catherine Chandler”. She pulled out a small notepad and began to write.

Lavi was aware her mom was on the phone and a little distracted.  She placed her hand against the glass and whispered, “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for a while.  Mommy’s been busy.  Does your leg still hurt?”  The male shook his head as if a fly was annoying him; he stood up, stretched, and yawned, padding over to the glass to rub his mane where the little girl’s hand pressed against it.


About Shukmeister

I have a great fondness for chocolate chip cookie dough, 80's science fiction movies, and thunderstorms.

Posted on September 8, 2013, in Original Short Stories and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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