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Puppies and Rainbows: When Bowser Met Roark

03 Nov

(don’t bother counting. it’s another double drabble)

“Hang in there! It’ll be your turn, soon.”

Easy for her to say. Bowser watched the last of his siblings get carted away no more than 6 hours after they’d been put on display. How had he managed to have the rotten luck of being the only black dog in a litter full of brown and tan spotted puppies? He sat down in the too-big pen with a huff.

People came and went. They’d spend a moment or two by his cage and just as he was getting his hopes up, they’d walk on. Parents would shuffle their over-eager children towards more “acceptable” pets. He spent the night whimpering with the rest of the dogs in the puppy room.

The next morning a family appeared. Bowser was so bummed he barely twitched his tail as they approached. The parents and the girl walked by, but the young man lingered at Bowser’s cage. Bowser picked his head up and sauntered over. He nudged the boy’s hand and gave it a tentative lick.

“I like this one, Mom,” he said to his parents with a smile. “He’s like me.”

His parents exchanged a look that could only be called significant. Bowser began to believe.

 

Puppies and Rainbows: Roark

02 Nov

Roark hated everything. He didn’t really mind his friends, but everything else was on his shit list. He hated color so he dressed almost entirely in black. He hated school because it came easy to him and classes left him bored and cranky. He hated his parents. They were perfectly content letting him be as angstful as he wanted instead of fighting him like his friends’ parents did. He hated his hyper little sister, Bethany. He hated that she got straight A’s in her first semester of middle school and got to pick out a dog.

Then Roark saw Bowser.

 

Puppies and Rainbows: Black Dog

01 Nov

Bowser was a black dog. He knew this was a bad thing, because his foster mother told him. She would say things like “Poor Bowser. You’re so sweet, but it’s hard for black dogs like you to get adopted.” Then she would scratch behind his ears a little more and kiss his head.

When he and his family were deemed big enough and old enough for adoption, they were brought back to the shelter. They were so cute the volunteers wagered on who would go first. Nobody bet on Bowser.

Even with the rainbow collar, he was still a Black Dog.

(Don’t worry about him too much, I’m pretty sure this whole week is going to be about Bowser)

 
 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Halloween

31 Oct

Darwin began dreaming of Cleopatra when he was 14. Most were mundane but a few were special. One was a wedding. One they were old, sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. He didn’t think she was “real” like his other dreams, because how could she be?

At a party when he was 23, he met her. Without his gift, he might not have noticed her. He certainly wouldn’t have found the courage to approach her. She was just a girl in a costume and not the Queen of the Nile, but he knew in an instant she was the girl of his dreams.

 

Blood: Brother

30 Oct

Two women sat in a dark booth of a pub, bundled tightly against a cold the other patrons could not feel.

“What do you think of him?”

“The eyes are right.”

“And the hair is perfect.”

Feeling their eyes on him, the man turned and raised his glass to the women. Emboldened by their matching smiles, he walked over.

“Do you think Mother will like him?” One said to the other. “She’s so particular.”

“If not, he’ll make a fine snack tonight.”

She smiled at the man, revealing her extended incisors. He tried to panic, but he’d already made eye contact.

 

Theme Breaker: Listen

28 Oct

(This has nothing to do with literal translations of blood idioms, which is this week’s theme. I just couldn’t resist writing this after most of this happened to me on the way home today)

She ignored the warnings.

The slow-moving cashier who struggled with the plastic bag. The iPod, shuffling from “Take 5″ to “Living on a Prayer” while she drove. The funeral procession that forced her to wait through two light cycles. The driver going 30 in the 45 when she wanted to go 60.

They frustrated her, certainly. But instead of taking the moments to slow down, Instead of rolling with the direction she could have taken, she drove faster and more urgently.

She arrived at the dry cleaners just before closing. The man hiding the the semi-automatic rifle in his jacket held the door for her.

 

Blood: Blue Blood

27 Oct

Sir, we found a woman begging an audience at the servants’ entrance.

The servant’s entrance? Why wouldn’t she use the front gate like a normal Xarflaxan?

She attempted that yesterday but was ignored by Magistrate Garfland, who now sends his deepest apologies.

Apologies?

She seeks asylum and claimed to be of noble birth, sir. A descendant of the Ularii House.

Preposterous. No wonder he ignored her.

Yes, sir. But you see…

Yes?

By the servants’ entrance there was a struggle and she was injured. Her blood, sir. It’s blue.

Blue?

Blue.

But that means…

It means the Plax-Ularii prophecy is true.

 

Blood: Coldblooded

26 Oct

The sun woke him in the morning, hitting him square in the eye and warming the earth around him. Warmed, he’d leave his crevice and stretch out on his rock. Periodically he’d slink off into the shade and scope out a meal, but mostly he spent his time on his rock.

During cold or rainy months, he would hurry to find food before he grew too stiff to catch it. Sometimes he couldn’t be bothered to leave his nest at all. He lived for those clear, warm days when it was just him and the sun.

Nothing felt better than sunbathing.

 

Blood: On Your Hands

26 Oct

She’d had an easier time getting juice from freshly picked walnuts off of her hands than she was having with this blood. Days later, no amount of scrubbing would lift the stain that coated her hands and ran up her arms. She scrubbed whenever she found the opportunity, and made excuses to walk by basins, fountains as often as she could.

As the days passed and the stain grew more persistent, she took to wearing gloves to her elbows. Let them think she was putting on airs as the new Queen of Scotland. It was better than anyone discovering the truth.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Monsters

24 Oct

“What’s this movie about, Eddie?” CeCe asked as Eddie brought the bowl of microwaved popcorn into the living room. Darwin and his “twin cousin” CeCe made room on the couch for their babysitter, but did not separate.

“It’s about a guy who thinks he can predict the future and ends up going crazy because nobody believes him.”

“Why don’t they?” asked Darwin.

“Because only freaks can predict the future, dummy.” Eddie replied.

Darwin turned away and started plucking at the fraying couch.

“Don’t mind him,” CeCe whispered as she bumped Darwin’s shoulder. “You’ve been blessed by God. You’re not a freak.”