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Prometheus
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This prompt, A Drabble a Day, is by Grim Flandango in The Fiction Writer’s Den. Drabble: a fictive work of prose in exactly 100 words — ni más, ni menos.
Challenge Word (26 April): Forge
Her mother’d told her to watch the door. They took turns; while one dressed, the other held the gun. Procedure.
“Slow-smooth,” her mother’d said. “Doorframe’s the choke. Center the choke.”
She pushed a damp palm down her sleeve, stole a glance. Her mother, disrobed, was stuffing herself into a stolen livery uniform.
New century woman, she thought — once the little woman from Ceylon: little wife, cook. Now, she was her personal Prometheus, thief, fugitive, spy, and this newly-forged thing: regicidal provocatrix.
“Shooter, dear.” Her mother reached.
“Ma’am.” She handed over the gun, mashed a sock down her trousers.
It’s a challenge for the author. Read it once, read it twice, give it a think, dance a jig for 30 seconds, leave a comment, have a clap… I dunno. It’s whatever… you’re here. You’re here and we had a chance to talk. That’s what matters and I appreciate you for that.
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