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Best Drabble (Most Liked) - Page 3

21.

Caretaker

When I found her, her spine was cracked. All but broken, she was a real mess; dirty and dishevelled. Wet from the rain, I dried her carefully, patting her down and laying her near the fire but not so close as to burn her. I wondered what she could tell me. I wondered what her story was, but I didn’t pry until she was ready.

It took a good few days before she was fit enough; but I enjoyed Rebecca’s company immensely, before placing her on the shelf next to my Dickens compendium, whose appendix had been so inexpertly removed.


G J Reilly Merits

12 most prolific8 most esteemed
22.

Runaway Vehicle

A call arrived for the reporter: there is a runaway vehicle on the A23, if you are interested in the story? The reporter jumped into her car and headed off to get the scoop.

She overtook the runaway vehicle, not believing what she was watching. The police had turned up just before her and were bringing the vehicle to a halt.

The reporter laughed. The runaway vehicle was a mobility scooter doing three miles per hour, and the poor owner had been hobbling along on his walking sticks trying to catch it up. When he did, the police breathalysed him!


Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific1 most esteemed13 top drabble2 top drabblist
23.

Delays Possible

How long had she been sitting in this traffic jam? She tapped the steering wheel with impatient fingers, shooting a glance at the dashboard clock. She was due at the meeting in ten minutes and she’d allowed plenty of time. Bloody traffic! Delays possible? Definitely!

It took an hour for the fire brigade to cut him out of the wreckage. The paramedics had given him a jab and he could see but not feel the mangled mess that was his legs. He was due at the airport in an hour. The skiing holiday was off for good. Delays possible? Forever.


Kath Middleton Merits

1 most prolific2 most esteemed7 top drabble
24.

The International Drabble Championships

“The one hundred finest drabble writers from around the world gathered today in this hall to participate in the International Drabble Championships. Each of you produced your best drabble under examination conditions within the ten minute timeframe. Your entries have been read, reread and assessed and I am pleased to announce that we have settled on a winner. Now, it will come as no surprise to you that this final prize-giving speech has been carefully written to clock in at one hundred words. No more, no less! So, without further ado, I am pleased to announce that the winner is


Jonathan Hill Merits

4 most prolific3 most esteemed1 top drabble
25.

All Gone Wrong

He’d had the worst day in his working life. His project for the last two years had gone live, only for the new system to fall over in the first hour. He’d spent the day stuck between crisis calls with the implementation partners, and calls from senior managers berating him for ruining their business.

They’d got it up and running again in the afternoon, but now he had a meeting with management the next morning.

He was driving home when the phone rang. His wife shouted, “There’s an idiot driving the wrong way on the M23!'

“Yes dear, it’s me.'


Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific1 most esteemed13 top drabble2 top drabblist
26.

Saviour

Her birthday again, another year older.

No one to share it with this year.

Her parents dead, no children to nourish, no partner around.

A day to celebrate, you must be joking.

Just another day to survive in the rat race.

No cards, just bills coming through the door.

Four hundred Facebook friends that don’t say a word.

She goes to work and sits in a cube alone.

At the end of the day she gets the bus home.

She opens the door wanting to die, and Billy jumps on her, so happy to see her.

Thank God for dogs.


Kevin Neylon Merits

6 most prolific1 most esteemed13 top drabble2 top drabblist
27.

Re-engineering the Corporate Paradigm

The boss brought up the next Powerpoint slide. “We need to get the monkey off our backs, get a heads-up on the benchmarks, hit the ground running and then belly up to the bar, while all swinging from the same branch,' he explained.

“What’s he on about?' Mike surreptitiously whispered to his neighbour.

“I think he’s coming out,' Helen whispered back.

The boss continued, “This will call for maximising one-to-one interfaces to explore non-vertical relationships while implementing state of the art, bespoke metrics to productise both front and back-end client experiences.'

“Hey, you’re right!' Mike whispered excitedly.

“It’s a gift.'


Richard Martinus Merits

11 most esteemed6 top drabble12 top drabblist
28.

Churchgoer

Since moving house he had noticed that he had been going to the local church more and more than at any point in his life since his teenage years, when he had drifted away, no longer believing in God, thinking history and science were the much more likely outcomes.

Yet in the last couple of years, he had found himself in the local church on a regular basis, and there were always lots of people there.

Borough council, county council, general elections, referendums, police commissionaires… there were always lots of reasons to nip into the local church and vote nowadays.


Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific1 most esteemed13 top drabble2 top drabblist
29.

Lost at Sea

He overheard his young wife and her lover planning his demise - and what they’d do with his money.

He changed his will and bequeathed everything to Douglas L. Bradshaw. He left a note instructing his executor: “If I should die in mysterious circumstances have the police investigate my wife and her lover.'

Then he took his wife on a cruise. Two weeks into the holiday he disappeared during the night, believed to have fallen overboard and drowned. Despite a search his body was never recovered.

Douglas L. Bradshaw was at the inquest. The plastic surgery scars were healing nicely.


30.

The Fly-Past

Aunt Bessie had outlived all her siblings. Unmarried, she’d been a member of the WRAF during the war. She was the glue that held us all together. We all looked at her coffin. We each had a special memory of her.

Stood by the grave, we could hear a rumbling in the distance, getting louder and louder. As we lifted our gaze, our eyes were drawn to the sky just as the Red Arrows roared by in perfect formation, heading on to an airshow no doubt. But perfect timing.

Oh yes. Only Aunt Bessie could have organised this fly-past.


Anne Deborah Taylor Merits

13 most prolific6 most esteemed18 top drabble14 top drabblist

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