DRABBLE TRIO
                         
						
                        by
                        CATHRL
									
			 RATED FRC | 
                        
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                  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 
                  
                  Set down. 
                  Set up. Get briefed. Give instructions. And then wait. 
                  
                  Wait, 
                  while Virgil demonstrates that Thunderbird Two can 
                  dance on the head of a pin. Wait, while Gordon does underwater 
                  what most would consider impossible on land. Wait, while Alan 
                  hangs inches from death on the end of a winch line. Wait, 
                  while John sifts information from three continents in five 
                  languages. 
                  
                  Wait, when 
                  communication stops and for minutes at a time I don't know 
                  whether they're alive or dead. Then, it suddenly becomes 
                  interesting. 
                  
                  This job 
                  is better when it's dull. 
                   
                  
                  
                  Drabble 
                  Two 
                  
                  One note 
                  is simple. Two, not much harder. But string them together, one 
                  after the other in perfect sequence, and everyone's amazed. 
                  Smooth and gentle, fast and staccato. And then there's the 
                  other hand. They can't understand how I can make one hand do 
                  what mine does, let alone two simultaneously. 
                  
                  They're 
                  all listening now, and wondering. How does Virgil keep it in 
                  time, hold it together, stop his fingers running away from 
                  each other, and still play all the right notes? 
                  
                  I don't 
                  see why they're confused. On rescues, we're five people acting 
                  as one. Just the same, really. 
                   
                  
                  
                  Drabble 
                  Three 
                  
                  "So how 
                  did it go then?" 
                  
                  "As usual. 
                  I did all the work, while One just sat around. Not a scratch 
                  on her, paint gleaming. And just look at me!" 
                  
                  "You are 
                  rather, well, dusty." 
                  
                  "Dusty? 
                  That's more than dust. That's volcanic ash, mixed with acid 
                  rain. Mud underneath. And you see that black mark, right 
                  behind my left windscreen? That's a dent. You should have seen 
                  the size of the boulder! One, now, she was parked miles away. 
                  And what happens? I land my cargo of rescuees back safe, and 
                  what do they do? Run over and admire her!"  |