original drabbles

[captain91]

written for 100 drabbles of summer 2012
Muses: Ashton and Ariella

78)
78) A green beverage (mojito? Limeade?) at the beach
I lifted the glass up to the light, surveying it. It was a glass for all intents and purposes, the sides were rounded, but it was see through, and filled with a pretty green liquid.

"Aire, don't!" cautioned my brother, licking his lips unconsciously. "Who knows what they put in that… thing!"

"But… I'm thirsty, and it looks like limeade." My lip quivered. "It's the first drink they've given us in days, they think we're Gods, why would it harm us?" I put the glass back down, struggling to stop staring at the refreshing green glinting in the evening light.




38) arts and crafts
I'm not arty. I don't know the last time I picked up a paintbrush or pencil, unless it was a punishment. Yet here I sit, in one of the little grass huts I'm beginning to think are characteristic of this place, with a pile of grasses in front of me.

Several women tittering around me, casting sidelong glances, as they weave intricate mats.

"Get on with it girl, pull your weight," muttered one as I stared at a reed.

"We fed you and gave you a bed for the night, time to put some effort in. your sort-of brother is."




69)  
69)   A tent set up in a forest, by a stream
I stretched out, my feet dangling off the stream bank into the cool water.  I tilted my head back, watching Ash unharness the mules and move the wagon under our rudimentary tarpaulin, doubling as a tent.

"It hasn't rained in three months we've been here," I called to him, "why do you think it will tonight?"

He sighed, shrugging, as he came to join me. "It probably won't, but doesn't hurt to be prepared. Things have been going far too smoothly lately, something has to give."

"But not today," I replied. "It's just like our camping trips back home, relax."




73)
73)  A rusted truck sitting in a desert
Broken,
Deserted truck sitting in the sand.

Taken,
Me from my home land.

Mistaken,
People give no trust while we give everything to help.

Godforsaken,
As we battle this on our own, an impossible, endless task.

Undertaken,
This task for which I don't know why.

Unspoken,
Regrets of yesterday and tomorrow's sorrow.

Woken,
From the night sounds of my new world.

Quicken,
My heart as nightmares slowly receed.

Blacken,
My mood as memories return.

Heartbroken,
As he pulls away from me yet more.

Broken,
My heart, forever in his hands.

Broken,
My soul, forever at his mercy.

Broken,
Broken,
Broken.