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weekly drabble challenge
Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.
RATING: I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)
PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.
Furniture
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“I say, Jeeves.”
“Yes, sir?”
“This new settee seems rather forbidding.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“Jeeves, I have warned you about that soupy tone before.”
“So you have, sir.”
“I am bally well disturbed, Jeeves.”
“I am most distressed to hear it.”
“No, no, Jeeves, by this blasted settee.”
“Perhaps I may offer a suggestion, sir.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“We might christen the offending furnishing in such a way as to exert mastery over it.”
“What? Break a bottle of champagne over it?”
“No, sir, I had a more intimate activity in mind.”
“I say! That’s a splendid notion.”
“Very good, sir.”
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*grinning*
Well done.
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P.S. Jeeves says: Wasting champagne seems unnecessary in the circumstances.
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“You’ve moved the furniture,” Aunt Agatha commented with a frown, putting her tea cup down and glaring about the room. “The occasional table is closer to the sofa, that chair is two feet closer to the window, and where’s the ottoman that used to sit there before it?”
Turning pinkish around the edges and resisting the urge to glance at Jeeves, Bertie choked on a swallow of tea. “Oh, just a bit of… I mean to say…”
“Spring cleaning, Lady Worplesdon,” Jeeves interjected smoothly, bending down to distract Aunt Agatha with a plate of biscuits.
“Yes, that,” Bertie agreed gratefully.
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Wait... what did happen to the ottoman?
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*dissolves into giggling*
YES!
Thank you.
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In my mind, they made a mess of it and had to hide it when the Aunt arrived unexpectedly. However... *giggle* I like Gunitneko's notion immensely!
*snirk/giggle*
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