Today's drabble comes from Irwin Pikus, and all the way from the historic island of Martha's Vineyard, in Massachusetts. Irwin's better half belongs to a writing group that has enthusiastically taken up the challenge to write drabbles. When she told him about it, he set to and dashed off this drabble. Spymouse whispers that the ladies of the writing group are both impressed and envious.
Remember, a drabble has to be exactly 100 words, and has to convey a strong message or tell a story. Just playing with words doesn't work....
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Cycles
She rode the enameled ponies in wide
sinusoidal circuits created by their up and down motion as the carousel went
round and round. Music blared distorted, repetitive melodies. She beamed a child’s innocent smile – can a
smile convey exuberance? When the ride was over she begged for yet another.
Skip forward some twenty-five circlings of
the earth about the sun.
Another child, her daughter, now rode the
very same carousel, playing the same melodies, tracing congruent
trajectories. The daughter’s face beamed
as her mother’s had before.
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