crack!drabble fun
Since my muse has left me (hopefully temporarily), I figured I could use some drabbling help. This is from here, via several people on the friends list.
I'm Dreaming Of An Amazing Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Sawyer sat erratically in a tree, sipping sexy eggnog.
He looked at the cuddly blanket hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Kate had hung it there, just before they looked at each other fluidly and then fell into each other's arms and drove each other's finger.
If only I hadn't been so bare, Sawyer thought, pouring a smooth amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Kate might not have got so soft and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a pungent tear and held his elbow in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a translucent voice lifted forcefully up in song.
I'm dreaming of an amazing Christmas
Just like an ice cold drink on a hot summer's day
Sawyer ran to the door. It was Kate, looking fast all over with snow.
"I missed you quietly," Kate said. "And I wanted to drive your finger again."
Sawyer hugged Kate and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Kate said.
"I think so too," Sawyer said and they drove each other's finger until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted gazelle leg and lived loosely until Sawyer got drunk again.
I'm Dreaming Of An Amazing Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Sawyer sat erratically in a tree, sipping sexy eggnog.
He looked at the cuddly blanket hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Kate had hung it there, just before they looked at each other fluidly and then fell into each other's arms and drove each other's finger.
If only I hadn't been so bare, Sawyer thought, pouring a smooth amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Kate might not have got so soft and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a pungent tear and held his elbow in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a translucent voice lifted forcefully up in song.
I'm dreaming of an amazing Christmas
Just like an ice cold drink on a hot summer's day
Sawyer ran to the door. It was Kate, looking fast all over with snow.
"I missed you quietly," Kate said. "And I wanted to drive your finger again."
Sawyer hugged Kate and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Kate said.
"I think so too," Sawyer said and they drove each other's finger until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted gazelle leg and lived loosely until Sawyer got drunk again.