Cape Town 5AM

The sky colours in the dark with pink and orange fingers.

Birds chatter their approval in myriad voices growing bolder with each passing minute. Guinea fowl screech from the rooftops, setting the dogs to lend their rumbling bass to the chorus greeting the dawn.

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A Headline, A Drabble And A Haiku Walk Into A Blog

Our breaking story at the top of the hour…ruling party in turmoil as slush fund revealed to be “slightly frozen water”

Senior politicians are tonight distancing themselves from fresh allegations of corruption after two prominent Indian businessmen are seen leaving a Saxonwold shebeen with what eye-witnesses have described as a “leaky black holdall”. Moments later the pair were seen in a heated exchange where the taller of the two proclaimed “this is not the fifteen and twelfty million Msholozi promised us”.

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Epitaph – A Drabble

“It’s time,” she said and in we stumbled like lambs bleating in the slaughtered air. Any lingering hopes that he would be granted some final serenity or peace dashed in a maelstrom of tortured angles and the sweat-soaked rictus of a face that has been long lost to madness.

“Is it…?”

“No. Not blood. Not exactly.”

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Some Things Never Change

“I don’t understand what you see in her.”

“It’s not what I see it’s what I hear. The wit and wisdom born of a medicated tongue. The dark and delicate tones that pierce my goosebumps like the jagged razor of bow on string. The laughter, sometimes natural, sometimes unnatural that dances across my heart. The music of her soul.”

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Digitopia (A Drabble)

We trade conversation as commodity. The endless bartering of words. Stealthily concealing meaning within grammatically moribund tropes.

The LOL never touches our eyes let alone our lips.

A million words to furnish a life with a cast of thousands. The possibilities are endless.

The possibilities are ending.

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Forecast

Almost three years ago to the day I discovered a new and wonderful word – Drabble. As a veteran of nine short stories at the time I was keen to try something new and the challenge of exactly 100 words inspired me.

At last count, when Shortbread Stories was still functioning properly as a site, this story had (allegedly) garnered over 40,000 hits and so on a word-to-hit ratio this outstrips anything I’ve ever come up with!

I’ve written quite a few drabbles over the last three years but this remained my favourite until two weeks ago when Simple Joe popped into my head uninvited. So now that Forecast has been knocked from its perch, I thought it was an opportune time to show it to a new audience. I hope you enjoy it. Continue reading