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Adrienne Ferguson



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Ah Yes, I Remember Her Well

“Hello Mary! Long time, no see! How are you doing?”

“Well, thank you. And yourself?”

“Yes, I’m fine. The kids have all left home. Jonny is at university and Anna has moved to London, to be in with the ‘in crowd’ so she tells me! How time flies. One minute you have a house full and the next it rattles because it’s so empty! How is your family?”

“Oh fine, thanks. All still at home. You’ll have to excuse us, but we have a train to catch. Lovely to see you. Bye.”

“Who was that, Mum?”

“Haven’t got a clue!”

The Sock Fairy


“Yes, dear?”

“I know without a doubt that when I put the washing on, all the socks had partners! Now I’m left with the singles club! The sock fairy has been visiting again. What should I do?”

“Well dear, I use some very strong magic against the sock fairy and I can guarantee that it works every time.”

“What? Do you, like, say a magic spell or something or is it more witchcrafty than that?”

“Oh yes, it’s very witchcrafty! And I don’t mind sharing.”

“Tell me, tell me!”

“It’s very special, dear. It’s called a net washing bag!”

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!

A Marriage of Convenience

The coach and horses made their way along the Champs-Élysées. Marie was the only passenger. Her thoughts were far away, remembering a time when she had enjoyed making this journey with her father at her side.

In three days’ time, she was to marry. Not a marriage of love but of convenience. Convenient for her father because he needed the other family’s money, and convenient for her fiancé because he wanted a trophy bride.

Tonight, she intended to make sure there would be no wedding. She clutched the knife in her purse and hoped her courage would not fail her.

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?”

The Crossword

There was one clue left and for the life of her she couldn’t get it. A story of no more than and no less than one hundred words. Seven letters. She only had the ‘e’ at the end of the word. She could do with phoning a friend or asking the audience!

Just then the doorbell rang. It was her friend Maisie. She realised she could combine the two. She could ask her friend!

“Maisie, what is a story of no more than and no less than one hundred words?”

“You mean a drabble?”

She suddenly felt like a millionaire!

The Storyteller

“Can I help you?”

“Certainly! Mr Drabble to see Mr Booksmith, please.”

“Drabble? That’s a very unusual name.”

“Yes, it goes back quite a few generations. I come from a long line of storytellers. My ancestors used to be the village storytellers and they would tell a story of exactly one hundred words. That way, people wouldn’t get bored of listening to them. Some of the stories were true and some of the stories were made up. The village people never knew which was which.”

“So you could be telling me a story now, I suppose.”

“Indeed I could be!”

The School Run

Marjorie was collecting the kids from school today. Her first time since moving back to the area. She had assured her daughter it wasn’t a problem. They were two twelve year old girls and she knew what her grandchildren looked like.

Marjorie got to the school nice and early. It was a lovely day, so she waited for them in the sunshine. Dead on four o’clock, the bell rang. Out rushed hundreds of girls.

To Marjorie’s dismay, they were all dressed identically with their hair in the same style and carrying the same type of bag!

“Which ones are mine?”

Grandpa's Library

Hildy had waited for this day forever. She had always loved coming into Grandpa’s library, but today on her fifteenth birthday, she was allowed to come in on her own. This was Grandpa’s present to her.

She looked around with awe at the rows of books, hoping she would be the one to find the special book. She had two hours. She ran from shelf to shelf looking for it. She checked her watch. Five minutes left and there it was right in front of her!

Hildy reached her hand out to touch it, and slowly she began disappearing inside…

Little Did Elspeth Know

Little did Elspeth know, when she accidentally dropped her scarf in the street, that five minutes later a woman would find it, thinking it far too nice to leave.

Nor did Elspeth know that the woman would board a train then absentmindedly leave the scarf behind.

Or that a man would later sit in that seat and think: What a very pretty scarf. I’ll take it home for my wife.

Or that his wife would smile sweetly but put it in the charity bag.

Or that Elspeth would then walk into the charity shop and there would be her scarf!

That Would Be Sherry

Susan hated going to her sister’s at Christmas. It should be fun and she should look forward to spending time with Lucy. But Greg, Lucy’s husband, was a man who thought he was better than he was, and better than everyone else. He always tried to embarrass her with his knowledge. Especially when he had his friends around him.

She arrived right on time, rang the doorbell and was greeted by Lucy. “Hi Susan! Come on in!”

“Hello Susan,” came Greg’s voice. “Amontillado or Olorosa? That would be sherry to you.”

“Oh, bog off! That would be goodbye to you, Greg!”

Gambler's Folly

So here he was in jail. No one to blame but himself. He’d got himself involved with something he thought he was better at than he was. Now he was paying a heavy price.

As long as he was in jail, no one was keeping an eye on his properties and eventually he would have to sell.

He’d used all his spare cash to buy in the best places. Now, with time to think about it, maybe he shouldn’t have invested so heavily. He’d always been a gambler. There was only one way out.

He needed to throw a six!

The Fancy Dress Party

“Look, darling. We’ve got an invitation to a fancy dress party. What should we go as?”

“What about something like Prince Charming and Cinderella? Or Batman and Robin?”

“Those are really obvious. Can’t you be more creative? I want to stand out. It’s not every day we go to a fancy dress do!”

“Okay, let me think about it. How about… no, you won’t like that. What about… no, you won’t like that either. I know! How about we both dress in green from head to toe, then stuff our middles out with cushions?”

“And go as…?”

“An avocado pair!”

What Sausages?

Mary was mortified. She had just phoned Morris and he had eaten sausages for lunch! Said he found them in the freezer and made a sausage sandwich. They must have been there for years! She should never have gone out with Anne and left him to fend for himself. She would get home to find him dead or something worse!

Thirty minutes later Mary walked through the front door and there was Morris, alive and well.

“Morris! You’re alive!”

“Of course I’m alive.”

“What about the sausages?”

“What sausages?”

“That you had for lunch.”

“Not me!”

“…Who did I phone?”

The Stranger

Rosa watched cautiously as the stranger entered. He didn’t rush, but carefully took in his surroundings, taking measure of all he could see. Rosa knew the stranger had seen her. She stood statue-still.

He started to approach slowly, his eyes fixed on one thing. He had spotted the meal and he was hungry. His hunger was all he was aware of and as he stealthily approached, the smell hit home.

Rosa, the Beagle, watched as the Great Dane lunged at her bowl of food. The food went in three mouthfuls. Oh well, she thought, it’s never the last meal!

The Jump

She had never jumped that high before. She did not know if she could make it, but in her heart she knew it was worth the try.

It wasn’t just the height of the jump, it was the timing too. She had one shot and she would never get another chance.

She went into the zone. She was aware of nothing around her. No sound, no movement, nothing but her desire to win the prize. Focus, focus, focus.

Sasha the beagle eyed the freshly made chocolate cake sitting on the kitchen counter and leapt as high as she could… crumbs!