[Drabble] [TTGL] Kinon

Her? Secretary to the Counselor?

Kinon shook her head, mumbling something about not being educated enough to take up the responsibility. Surely she couldn’t be the only one who knew how to read and write. Leeron was a genius, Simon a heralded hero, and her siblings warriors and reformers of the new world. And he? She was no one.

Rossiu shook his head. “We are in need of people in the government, Miss Kinon.”

It was that smile, that hopeful watery smile that pricked at her. That reflection of a spirit that wanted to set things right, to do things. Just like Kamina.

She’d nodded slowly. It…couldn’t hurt to try, could it?

 

[Drabble] [TotA] Legretta

It wasn’t the first time he had approached her.  The first had been right after Allegro’s funeral, and she’d sent him off then, pointing a gun to his face when he’d mentioned the Score.  In her rage and sorrow, she had forgotten Rule One.  She had been this close to shooting him.

He’d persisted.  It wasn’t difficult to meet a fellow soldier in the military headquarters after all and he’d certainly took advantage of that.  But this time, she listened.  Listened to his stories about the atrocities of the Score.  Of how Allegro’s death was only one of many.  Victims, all of them, to a ridiculous remnant of the past.

So when he’d finally asked her, she’d accepted almost instantly.  It was the only obvious choice, really.  This world was twisted beyond saving.  He offered an exit to all that.

“General, the troops are ready.  Upon your order.”

She nodded.  “Very well.  Advance towards Sheridan.  Spare no one.”

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This so went over 101 words. Haaah.

 

[Drabble] Cities

It spread out, a blemish against the pale orange-purple of the dusk-kissed old city. It was red, smooth and an eyesore- the people all commented (to the air, of course, and to whomever would listen) that the city council was mad. You didn’t tear down old art for new art. It just wasn’t kosher.

It was, however, quite a surprise when the tongues didn’t flap when a large bird careened off course and hit smack into it. It fell on a little girl.

 

[Drabble] So cheesy.

It tasted like cheese. Only not like cheese and a little more like the moldy bits. Like, whatsit. Salty. Tangy.

“Are you done yet?” she deadpanned, not looking the least bit pleased. “I’d like my leg back if it’s all right with you.”

 

[Drabble] Crab

She slurped it down with the deep brown sauce dribbling over her pock-marked chin. It ran all the way down her elbow, staining the red tablecloth with spots of dark brown. It had been so long since she’d tasted something so soft, so succulent. Self-restraint wilted in the face of such good food.

There was a collective gasp from behind her. “Sister!”

She stood up so fast , trying to hide the hard pile behind her wide girth. “No!” she hissed, glaring. “It’s all mine! I won’t let you!”

It was all hers. This soft orange crab- all hers!

 

[Drabble] Prompt: Mixed proverb: “Revenge is bliss”.

His breath was coming out in short, staccato gasps. He was no longer the calm, stately gentleman who paid for wilted rose corsages from the poor girl selling on the street. He was…changed.

No, this had changed him. The feel of smooth flesh under his fingers, the stringy sensation of tousled, wavy locks caught in knots. She was still warm to touch, but he knew that she…no, it was going to cool. And when the coppers found it, he would be far, far away.

He rose from his crouching position and picked up his discarded tweed hat.

“Good night, my lady.”

 

[Drabble] Prompt: Overgrown Elves Stealing a Hippo

It was heavy. Sanchez didn’t understand why they had to take THIS of all things. Surely there was something more convenient, more valuable, than this old clunky thing? They lived in an era of modern technology, where jets could zoom overhead melting polar icecaps in the north. This? Was ridiculous.

It was killing his back, this stupid thing. Damn it. Damn it. Why’d he let them talk him into this?

He shifted his weight onto his left foot, feeling his right shoulder ache. This whole thing was ridiculous. A pack of overgrown elves kidnapping a hippo? They must all be mad.

 

Chapter 1

(Song prompt for this chapter: The Money Song from Monty Python. Y0u may laugh, yes.)

The rains had come in torrents, bringing the much-needed relief to Carthage. Jars were dragged out in prospect of collecting the wet manna from the heavens, streams of water trickling down the earthen sides. Children jumped into deep puddles, drenched head to toe. Mothers made no efforts to stop them- they merely smiled and watched the rain descend.

 

Prologue

The desert was a place of illusions and mirages- a place of intense extremes where the faint-hearted could not hope to survive. Those who eked out a living in the unforgiving sand mounds either fast learned to deal with the harsher realities of life or merely sat awaiting certain death in the dehydrating heat. It was not a forgiving master.