DRABBLE EXAMPLES FROM WCCW
In February 2025 our meeting program, led by Don Money, focused on the process of writing a Drabble. (You can read some notes from the meeting here.)
The assignment for the March meeting is to write your own Drabble and share it with the group. Below you will find a couple Drabble examples from WCCW members Gary Rodgers, Dr. Rebecca Foster, and Don Money.
DRABBLE #1
THE LAST SURVIVOR
The crude cross pressed with ease into the sandy soil. Seaman Taylor surveyed the surrounding twenty grave markers through tear-filled eyes. He would be the last survivor of the cargo ship, Andrea. The island provided no food, only fresh water. The diet of meat alone caused a sickening feeling in his stomach, as it had his companions. His last meal, consisting of the unsavory portion of the remaining survivors, left him feeling certain of death. With dread, he crawled into the shallow grave to watch the sunset. A sail caught his eye. Could he hold out for one more day?
DRABBLE #2
THE MORNING ROUTINE
Yelling promptly begins at 6:00 every morning. His voice first. “No, I don’t want oatmeal.”
“It is your favorite brown sugar cinnamon. I’ll put blue sugar sprinkles on top. Do you want extra butter?”
He pouts in defeat. My eyes pleading for one morning of peace, contentment, even a spark of joy or recognition. I scurry to the kitchen. Quickly, I mix up brown sugar cinnamon oatmeal, extra butter, blue sugar sprinkles. The microwave beeps, as I brace myself for the ensuing battle of coaxing him to eat. I am thankful. Despite the dementia, my father is with me physically.
DRABBLE #3
CANDY HEARTS
The first time the pink heart read, “Will You Be Mine.”
I looked around the office to see who might have put the candy on my desk.
Four days later, another pink heart. “You never replied.”
The next day, the message on the pink candy was concerning. “Seriously, I offered my heart.”
I walked into the human resources office to file a complaint. No one was there so I reached over to grab a sticky note to leave a message. There on the desk, a pink candy heart. “Fine, I’ll just take yours.”
Behind me, I hear the door closing.
