Double Trouble
Fiction Shorts word of the day: Conference
“Honey, I’ve got to rush or I’ll miss my plane. I’m annoyed I have to go, but promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back next week.”
Paul smiles at his wife, “No problem Val, I’ll miss you but it comes with the job. See you next week, beautiful.”
He watches Valerie leave in a taxi.
With a grin, Paul phones Felicity. “She’s gone, finally. Some fake conference attendance, while slipping off to spend a week with her lover. Some nerve!
Anyway, we have an entire week to spend together. Get your gorgeous butt over here, STAT.”
This drabble has been written as part of the daily Drabble Drop challenge and today's random word, that must be included in the drabble, is 'conference'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful idea in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
Ugh, both Paul and Val are cheating! I hope Val's plane crashes and Paul dies from his balls exploding!
This was a fun one :))
Great Drabble and so excited about your book!
Congratulations on the new book.