DRABBLE TRIO by GILLYLEE 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

Reuters-
State police called in International Rescue today after a frightful collision in Smackover, Arkansas involving a wheelchair and a dumpster. Shortly after IR landed at the scene to assist the wounded, a group of paramedics also arrived. The rescue teams had words about which was to effect the rescue. After a heated discussion blows were exchanged and a ginger haired IR operative sustained a head wound. Police foiled an attempt to hold him hostage, and a neutral team of paramedics transferred him to a local hospital.

The remaining IR members were last seen leaving the rescue zone in tears.

Drabble Two

Freshly baked scones, fine jams, clotted cream, a choice selection of cakes and delicate pastries. Finely cut sandwiches not even her cook Lil could make. Brown's Hotel in London, sophisticated and classically British, or so Lady Penelope always thought, was the only place where one could have a proper Afternoon Tea. She sighed when she waited for her tea. 'That's all most can afford in this hotel,' her ladyship thought 'And one must never make a spectacle of oneself.'

But that was easier said than done when she bit into a scone and the jam dribbled all over her chin.

Drabble Three

Scott stood on the deck, listening to Virgil playing the piano. If he was the kind of man who cried, he would cry now, for although he didn't know the name of the composer or the work, he recognized it. And he remembered...

Driving with his mother to Aunt Melissa's for a visit. The downpour that flooded the road. Sheltering in a small church where the organist played for hours, keeping the minds of the people there from the flooding outside.

Since then he had wished he could make music. He couldn't. That Virgil could was the next best thing.