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To Bake Or Not To Bake

Geraldine felt like baking something. She found a recipe and started to look for the ingredients.

Raisins – hmmm, she didn’t have raisins, but she had sultanas. They would do. Butter – no butter but she had margarine. Light brown sugar – well, dark brown, light brown, there wasn’t much difference, was there?

She needed four medium eggs but she only had large, so she would use three. A nine-inch round tin to bake the cake. She had an eight-inch square but she figured there wasn’t much in it.

Geraldine baked the cake. It was a flop. She couldn’t understand why!


Adrienne Ferguson Merits

14 most esteemed14 top drabblist

Wheel to Dream

The wheel of fate spun slowly, giving the humans in the sky a view of what it was like to be a giant overlooking the ants far below.

Looking outwards, a beautiful land could be seen. The human race regard this not just as a place to inhabit, but to live.

And maybe one day when humanity stops dreaming of war, then perhaps there will be plenty of time to enjoy the wheel of fate in peace.

As the wheel reached the bottom the family exited, and the excited children shouted, “When can we go back on the London Eye?”


The Voice

Her voice was irritating beyond belief, irritating and patronising.

“Doesn’t her voice get on your nerves?” Mavis asked Marvin, her husband.

“Well, yes it does, but we do have to listen to her.”

“I don’t see why we should,” said Mavis.

“And I don’t know how you can say that,” said Marvin. “She’s got us out of many a tricky situation.”

“Really?” said Mavis. “I’d say she’s got us into far more difficulty than out of it. And if I hear her say ‘Make a U-turn when convenient’ one more time, that satnav is going out the bloody window!”


Anne Deborah Taylor Merits

9 most esteemed9 top drabblist

Old Flame

Janine absently fingered a cigarette lighter – gold-plated and inscribed briefly and simply ‘Nick. Forever. J’.

She and Nick had appeared an ideal millennial couple. Ideal until Nick had ‘that’ affair. Nick’s legal team ensured he kept the business, but she was left financially comfortable and took her time seeking revenge.

Nick had always boasted about his corner-cutting in business, including lack of insurance. In the offices above the factory, Janine clicked the lighter and torched the curtains soaked in petrol.

She tossed the lighter near the empty fuel can. A bonus for the investigative police and forensic teams.


Andrew Atkinson Merits

12 most prolific5 most esteemed

Jolly Holidays

Carole walked into the pharmacy with her list in her hand.

“Can I help you?” said the assistant.

“Yes please, two boxes of paracetamol and two boxes of Imodium.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes, a box of plasters, and a bottle of calamine, and a bottle of tea tree oil if you have it… oh and something for migraine.”

“Yes, we have all that. Is there anything else?”

“A large bottle of Gaviscon as well.”

“Somebody must be very ill in your family.”

“Oh, not at all,” said Carole. “We’re going on holiday tomorrow!”

“You’re planning on having a good time then?”


Adrienne Ferguson Merits

14 most esteemed14 top drabblist

Housecat

Holly’s landlord didn’t allow pets, so her imaginary cat kept her company for years.

She would open the door for him at night, leave empty food bowls, and pretend to stroke him in her lap when watching TV alone. It was easy to picture his glossy black fur, his green eyes squint-smiling contentedly. Oh, she loved him!

Then her landlord changed his mind. Off to the pet shop!

Holly walked into the kitchen and screamed her guts out. The linoleum floor was carpeted black with hundreds, thousands of dead mice.

Her ears filled with purring. He loved her too.


David Wailing Merits

10 most prolific12 most esteemed

Frozen Asset

The brothers, Maxwell and Benjamin, left the factory to run itself and went skating on the frozen lake. It was a bitterly cold winter and the feeble sun – when it deigned to appear – had little discernible impact on the frost covering the land.

That day, it was barely three in the afternoon but already darkening when Ben slid the body of Max through a hole in the ice. Ben would never forget the look on his brother’s face – one partly of fear but mostly of surprise – and it would haunt him forever. For now, though, the factory was all his.


Andrew Atkinson Merits

12 most prolific5 most esteemed

Knights In Shining Armour

“Call when you get home, Mum.”

“Sure.”

She exited at junction 9 to avoid the M6, hoping 3.5 litres of water would fix the minor leak. Nope. This time, the clouds of steam accompanied a smoked-oil smell and every warning light known to man.

Two men helped push the car off the road.

Adam let her use the loo in the Ford dealers and provided free coffee.

Mike discovered the irreparable hose.

Bill towed the car home.

Five hours after leaving her daughter’s, she called in.

“We weren’t expecting you yet – a neighbour told us about the pile-up.”


Jacky Gray Merits

12 top drabblist

Perfection

Colour is everything. A dash here or a splash there. Too much and it was pretty much ruined, too little and – well, you might as well not have bothered.

But then you have to try to replicate that perfection. Sometimes you can and sometimes it’s pretty much impossible. Do you add to it or just leave it alone? Sometimes it’s a spontaneous decision and sometimes you have to think long and hard. And then it’s done. And a little while later, you just want to start all over again. Then again. And again.

Ahh! Yes! Your perfect cup of tea.


Anne Deborah Taylor Merits

9 most esteemed9 top drabblist

What The Doctor Ordered

It was a wet and dreary day and the patients in the waiting room looked miserable and morose, so I thought I would cheer them up a bit. I flicked on the intercom speaker.

“Pat Downe? The doctor will see you now.”

I followed it at intervals with: “Benny Fitte”, “Summer Thyme”, “Terry Lynn”, “Rose Bush”, “Sam Booker” and “Barry Tone”.

What a laugh! I could see through the door that it was cheering them up. So, where was the harm?

Well, the senior practitioner, Dr Seth O’Scope, was none too pleased.

“That’s your last warning, Joy Ryder,” he fumed.


Andrew Atkinson Merits

12 most prolific5 most esteemed

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