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DRABBLE TRIO
by TB's LMC
RATED FRT

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

For Drabble A

Faith. Sometimes that's all you have to go on. Damned if I know how we get out of these situations sometimes. I know I can't take credit for their work. Sure, I can tell them what to do and where to go. But it's their sheer willpower half the time that saves the day – or the life. I may be field commander, and I may fly Thunderbird One, but as I watch the Mole break through the earth, as I see Virgil's dirty face appear in my viewscreen, I know what really makes us successful. Them. My brothers: International Rescue.


Drabble Two

For Drabble D

They stand there silent and grave. Grief and tears in their eyes. They watch me through the viewscreen, helpless as they stand too far away to do what they do best – for in this situation, they will not succeed. There is one life they will not save. My most trusted friend Parker is already dead and as I hear the barrel of the pistol twist, I grieve not for my own life about to be lost – but for the guilt I know will plague Jeff and his sons forever. For this, I am sorry that they must watch me die.


Drabble Three

For Drabble E

I take him down there. Down where there's no light unless I give it. Down where he would die if I weren't solid and safe. Where no others can go. I've found bodies of animals, of children, of young adults, of the elderly. Yet for all the destruction I've witnessed, I've seen even more of miracles, survival, bravery and heroic measures. I've seen my pilot, the one who knows me best and loves me most, risk his very life for strangers. I dive into the depths of the ocean to save lives, but above all, I bring Gordon home. Alive.

 
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