What the…?
Jeff’s foot stared up at him. His big toe waving in the breeze like a hobo thumbing a ride.
I hope no one’s looking. This is embarrassing.
In the distance, he could hear a whistling sound. It was the sound of fate and fate was going to be a bitch.
Jeff tried turning his foot to the left. To the right. No luck. Sweat trickled down his brow. Embarrassment was taking second place to terror.
Okay. Seriously. No longer fun. I hope someone’s looking now.
Jeff glanced up and saw the sign:
Mind The Gap
He yanked and…
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A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Exactly…so no cheating. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble.
(This post was going to qualify for the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge called Mind the Gap. Then I went back and actually read what the weekly challenges were all about. I got it wrong. But since I wrote it, it’s going in. -Ed.)
Yet again the fates conspired and we had a WordPress twix-like moment. This could have been the sequel to my post today, at least in spirit. We think so much alike. (I apologize for being insulting.)
And my drabble was exactly 100 words, too.
I keep telling you…mind melding. It’s the new social media of Twix lovers.
Aren’t you supposed to buy me a coke or something when that happens? The kind that goes in a glass.
I just got an email notice you had a Drabble but the page was an error 404. That explains so much.
I’ll try again. Don’t want to miss a single thing you say. Unlike your boss.
nice! 100 words is quick enough for a snack, but long enough to get into some trouble..I think
I don’t know…ask Jeff’s left foot.
What’s the weekly challenge? I probably need to spend more time getting to know WordPress…
No! Ya think?
Jeff had it coming!
Most Jeffs I’ve known had something coming.
Hahahaha! I like you so much for just doing it. There is the OCD part of me that would have made me start over. I like you so much more than I like myself right now.
And let’s be clear: I like myself a lot.
I’m feeling the love.
Ooohhh! Jeff’s left foot sounds so naughty. I’m compelled to say that this drabble reminds me of E.A. Poe’s “A Predicament” (a.k.a. “Scythe of Time”). Just a hint, though. On a more gruesome note, I’m 100% sure that this is all about that sign in train stations, but I sure am hoping that Jeff got that foot out in time. Nu ni nu ni noo… I’d hate to be the guy that would clean up that mess.
I just hope he didn’t use it to paint.