The Bettermost Drabblefest: Please Join In!

[Lumière]

Bonjour drabble lovers!


Leslie, mind if I jump in and offer some prompts for today?

  * blossoming
  * a cock and bull story
  * festivities

Have fun with these! 

~M

[Lumière]

Okay, I'll go first ..


A Box of Secrets ..

June 1984

He was blossoming into a handsome young man; he did his schoolwork and helped with chores around the house.  He was a good kid, but he hardly told her anything these days.  She barely knew his friends, who he was dating if he was doing so, where he hung out when he was gone for hours every weekend and why on earth he had ruined his hair with that silly Mohawk cut.   She hoped he was not experimenting with sex or heaven forbid, drugs.  He was shutting her out and it scared her to death.  Jack was gone, her father was gone; her son was the one man in her life she desperately needed to cling to; yet he was slipping away.

She wandered into his bedroom one Sunday afternoon; he was out with a group of friends.  She looked around the little room; he sure kept it tidy, she couldn’t fault him that.  She sighed and turned to leave when she saw a box hiding in the shadows underneath the twin bed.  She pulled it out and slowly went through the pile of comic books on the top.  Then she saw a magazine with PlayGirl  printed on the front in bright pink letters.  She leafed through it and gasped at a nude model with a haughty look on his face.  She stood stock-still looking at it when he came bursting into the room.

“Ma!  What’re ya doing in here?” he cried, a look of surprise on his face.

“What is this, young man?” she turned and faced him, holding out the magazine.  “You explain to me what you are doing with this, and don’t give me no cock and bull story either!”

He gave her a bold stare, folded his arms and said nothing. 

“Well??” she yelled, her temper slowly boiling over.  He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Ma, will ya relax?  I’m 17 now!  Stop treating me like a child!”  He looked her squarely in the eye, “Besides, I didn’t buy those; I found ‘em in the basement.  Look at the dates on ‘em, Ma.”  Her hands trembled as she closed the magazine to look at the first page.

“Ma?” she finally looked up at him.  “Was dad gay?” he asked quietly.

[belbbmfan]

Hey drabblers!

I know I've been missing in action a bit in this thread. I'm catchin up and I'm now on page 71. What can I say? I'm in awe at the talent being displayed here.

You guys make is seems so effortless. You're given a few words and, like magic (okay, okay, i don't know the first thing about writing, so I'm guessing some hard work may be involved  ) these wonderful tales appear!

I LOVE IT
Off to do more reading.

Thanks all you drabblers!

Your admirer,
Fabienne

[mariez]

A Box of Secrets ..
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“Ma?” she finally looked up at him.  “Was dad gay?” he asked quietly.

Secrets, indeed.  We're left with so many questions aren't we?  You're not only a prolific writer, Milli - you're such a gifted one with such an obvious compassion for, and understanding of, the characters.  Thank you.

.  .  .
You guys make is seems so effortless. You're given a few words and, like magic (okay, okay, i don't know the first thing about writing, so I'm guessing some hard work may be involved  ) these wonderful tales appear!   

Ditto, Fabienne - this is a magical place!   

Marie

[Lumière]

Marie ~ Thank you for being such a wonderful cheerleader!   


Fabienne ~ Maybe one day you'll decide to start drabbling too? 


Cheers!
~M

[Penthesilea]

Since Leslie is offline due to a storm, I thought I'll jump in and post prompts for today. Hope you're all fine with it.

• 71
• jar
• smolder

Keep drabblin' 

[MaineWriter]

Thanks for stepping in, everyone, while I was weathering the weather!

I am back online, hopefully things will get back to normal around here.

L

[jpwagoneer1964]

June 1988

"Bobby...can you open this jar?"

"Sure Grandma...."

"And where are you manners?....You had Ennis here out on the ranch with you all afternoon...didn't even give him a chance to settle in.  You go bring his bags in. He can use..."

"Ennis can bunk with me in the guest room...just like me 'n Pop."

"You'd better get a ok from Ennis Bobby. He can use your fathers old room if he wants."

Bobby turns to Ennis. "Ennis ....Ennis that ok with you?....we can bunk up......you can sleep in the bed Pop used.

"Sure son .....That'd be right fine ma'am....your dad use ta say Ah snore but Ah don't."

He wouldn't remember in the morning but when he awoke in the night for just a moment when he rolled over he heard Ennis in his sleep."

"Don't ya worry none Jack...we'll take care of it....don't even have ta ask.....zzzzzzzzzzzz...zzzzzzzz.... get back up there......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

zzzzzzzzzzzzz......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......


 

[Penthesilea]

71 days. June, 10th to August, 20th.
71 days without a word.
71 days since he was told he could get time off at the end of August, after all.
71 days since he had mailed the postcard.
71 days were enough.

He went to the phone booth.


(48 words)

[belbbmfan]

June 1988

"Bobby...can you open this jar?"

Very nice Mark, wonderful memories, but sad too.

71 days. June, 10th to August, 20th.
71 days without a word.
71 days since he was told he could get time off at the end of August, after all.
71 days since he had mailed the postcard.
71 days were enough.

He went to the phone booth.


(48 words)

Chrissi, i didn't know 71 would be such a heartbreaking number. nice drabble!