They study the blueprint one last time.
“Stan, you’ll enter through this door and man the corridor. Peter, climb in the window at the back, move along to the safe room and wait for me,” William instructs.
He glances at his partners in crime to see they understand. Both give William a thumbs up.
All three turn in surprise as the door behind them opens and Susan steps into the room.
“Sorry boys, I couldn’t help but overhear. You know if it’s money you want, I can just print you what you need. I’ve been printing mine for many decades.”
I was challenged to write a drabble of the word ‘print'.
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 ideas 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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Oh. I wanna be Susan's best friend.
Please tell Susan to print for me too hahahahahaha. Loved your drabble!