Where There’s A Will
There is always a way
“Where’s my boots?” Dad asks, hastily searching each room.
His eight year old son Gareth replies, “Sorry Dad, we’ve hidden them.”
“Why Son?”
“Because Dad, we need your signature to approve this motor cross trip, and until now, you’ve not been very cooperative! Sign and your boots shall materialise right before your eyes.”
Dad could do nothing more than be cooperative if he wished to ever get to work today, so he had to accept defeat.
Seems he’s taught his children to fight for what they want, much too well. He breathed a little chuckle that only he could hear.
I was challenged to write a drabble of the word 'cooperative'.
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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Comments (3)
Lol, that's low-key blackmail, threatening and a kidnap-hostage situation. The hostage being the shoes hahahaha. Loved your drabble!
Fantastic microfiction!!! That's one way to negotiate a deal and loved your story!!!
Another Drabble!! Good job....I will get on it soon...😻