Steve carefully put the glass down in front of his brother. “Tell me what you think. Stephen leaned over and took a sniff. “What’s in this?”
From the back of the laboratory, Stevo yelled, “SHUT UP AND DRINK!’
Stephen cocked his eyebrow and shook his head. He looked over at Stephano. “Hey little brother, you go first.”
Stephano looked up from his bunsen burner, blue flame whispering against his beard. “What’s it supposed to do?”
Stephen shrugged. “Give you a blinding headache.”
“Then why drink it?”
Steve looked at Stephano in amazement. “It’s a wine club. It’s what we do.”
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(Author’s Note: this one’s for some guy named Steve.)
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.
Heh heh heh. Fun. How about one for Jeff, Jeffrey and Jefferson.
I kind of had to use variations of Steve. There was a gauntlet tossed down.
Understood.
What? Was Steverino in the doghouse or something? This story was barrels of fun. Grats on yet another winer.
Mr. Steve pointed out that my last few short stories featured all women. And him a guy…complaining! There is no pleasing people sometimes. So I appeased instead.
I’ve always thought you were very appeasing.
Yes, I’m just like a pea. Or do you mean pee? With you it’s a crap shoot.
I have another post coming later today in celebration of Lindsey’s (rewind.revise) wedding tomorrow. It features a pea.
Clever.
Just a bit of fun.
My name is Stevo, and I endorse this drabble. And only my grandmother ever called me Stevie…
I tried to stick to grown up versions…but I’m regretting this now. That’s me being nice again. Damn.