DRABBLE TRIO by CLAUDETTE RATED FRC

These drabbles were written in response to the 2006 Tracy Island Writers Forum's Drabble Challenge. The challenge was as follows:

Choose three of the following six topics and write one drabble for each of the topics you chose. You will wind up with three 100-word drabbles on whichever three topics you chose. Here are your choices:

A) Scott during a rescue (could be his thoughts, someone observing him, something he's actually doing, etc.).
B) Virgil while playing the piano (again, could be his thoughts, someone observing/listening, etc.).
C) Gordon's and Alan's relationship as brothers (one or both of them thinking about it, one of them thinking about the other, someone else ruminating on their relationship, etc.).
D) Lady Penelope (either her thoughts or someone else's about her/what she does, etc.).
E) The Thunderbirds (perhaps the ship's actual POV or someone's thoughts about one or all of them, etc.).
F) Parody drabble (anything goes, parody style).

Drabble One

They are my comrades. They come at all times of day and night. Sometimes one alone but often two or three. Together we go into disaster; to fire, storm, earthquake and flood. Dangers abound. They do not baulk but bury their fears deep within and go on. To most I am a tool, an engine, a workhorse but one is constant. At times his warm caress on my metal skin awakes a whisper of something on the edge of eternity – a yearning, a longing to know more. I keep them safe, they are my charges but he, he is different.

Drabble Two

It is alive, this music. It comes from afar and fills my body, my mind, my soul until every breath, every thought, every dream is possessed by the melody. The refrains float in my head, surging and ebbing, growing in strength, spinning my thoughts out of control on a sea of life that will not be restrained. When it is freed, my fingers translators for that magical life to talk to the world, then I find my place in the flow of healing and release that comes from this mystical source. Then I ride as a surfer on a wave.

Drabble Three

It's strange really. They're both my sons, and I would die for them, but sometimes, just sometimes I wonder if they weren't switched at the hospital and replaced by aliens. At times they appear normal, human – but don't be fooled. Under those innocent faces two brains work as one to confound and dismay their brothers, their father and the entire household. Their minds have a level of deviousness unparalleled in human history. Alone they are formidable, together unconquerable and when revenge is in the air they can vanish quicker than the blink of an eye. But their brothers are patient.