“Still nothing to do with me.”
“Okay, you oiks! You rabble!
Let’s get to business;
we are going to write a drabble!”
They looked at me
with a glaze to their eyes,
questions on their lips,
and with a thought process clogging up the CPU.
“It’s a short story.” I explained – putting them out of their misery.
“One hundred words – no more, no less.”
They visibly relaxed. Most of them knew a hundred words.
“And to spice it up a little…”
They paused in their movements.
“… none of the words can be repeated.”
You could have dropped a pin and heard its screams as it fell.
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