HT100 Challenge #25- Mr. Sandman: Nightmare on Oz Street
I couldn't seem to write anything serious this week, no matter how hard I tried. LOL. So I decided to give Toby a dream that's a lot like one *I* would have. (Thanks to Mav for giving me a title without even having seen the drabble. *g*)
"C'mere, Toby... take your pants off."
"No Chris, I have to finish!" Toby continued the feverish task of sorting all the socks in Oz by size and color. Whenever he developed a workable set of categories, the giant talking weasel from Unit B used a high-powered leafblower to destroy his work. It was infuriating, but he needed to control his temper. His parole hearing was coming up soon.
"Toby, let's go! Pants. Off."
"Goddammit, I can't!"
The weasel was again cackling maniacally over the leafblower's roar when Toby awoke to the buzzer sounding count.
Cafeteria tacos, he thought. Never again.
"C'mere, Toby... take your pants off."
"No Chris, I have to finish!" Toby continued the feverish task of sorting all the socks in Oz by size and color. Whenever he developed a workable set of categories, the giant talking weasel from Unit B used a high-powered leafblower to destroy his work. It was infuriating, but he needed to control his temper. His parole hearing was coming up soon.
"Toby, let's go! Pants. Off."
"Goddammit, I can't!"
The weasel was again cackling maniacally over the leafblower's roar when Toby awoke to the buzzer sounding count.
Cafeteria tacos, he thought. Never again.