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DRABBLE TRIO
by SKYWENCH
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

I'm here at Mobile Control, control being the operative word. Why then is everything dear to me slipping through my fingers? Gordon, damn him! He takes too many chances, doesn't always listen to orders. Alan, his co-conspirator, only makes matters worse. Virgil's my rock, though sometimes he even gives me an ulcer. Nothing seems to faze him. If the situation warranted, he would sell his soul to the Devil to preserve a life. John is usually known as sensible, except when it comes to rescuing victims. I sigh heavily, shaking off my fear. This is the Tracy curse.


Drabble Two

In my mind's eye I see them, nature's monuments to creation standing tall, commanding beams of moonlight to brush their outcroppings as an artist's brush touches canvas. The stars themselves have been veiled by the brilliance of this night. They have been understudied by the forest's newly designed cloak, flakes of winter's first snow shining like countless diamonds against the stark white background. Suddenly I find myself wishing I was there. Heart nearly bursting now, I reach the next break. My fingers flow effortlessly over the keyboard as I give myself fully to the piece, revelling in its pure joy.


Drabble Three

It's always been just you and me, Bro. Right from the beginning we were bonded because of one simple fact. We didn't know what happened...didn't know her. It's not fair. The others, they got to have two parents like most of the kids we knew. God, Al, I didn't even have a mom to cheer for me at the Olympics. I know she was there though. She saw me on that podium, I'm sure of it. And you didn't even get to kiss her, hug her. John missed out some but we missed the whole damn thing. We missed mom.

 
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