Drabble-a-thon

[pen_and_umbra]

While I was away, my "Friend Of" list bloomed to over 500 people (!). Hello, all!

To further my procrastinatory activities celebrate the occasion and the fact that I have wine and cheese at hand, drabbles! Give me a fandom, a pairing or an orgy of choice (if not aiming for gen), and a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble (and for me, that's

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Re: Weeeeeee! Garak!!

[pen_and_umbra]

I think it was for a drabble ficathon way back, so it had to be exactly 100 words... and the wonderfulness of the format is in its ambiguity, sometimes.

Now looking at it, I have oodles of these drabbles. Let me torture you with some more.

"Morality, like art, means a drawing a line someplace." ~ Oscar Wilde

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Thin Red Lines
by Penumbra (c) 2004
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Without her uniform, she doesn't feel like Colonel Kira; hiding amidst Cardassians, she sometimes forgets she's Bajoran.

"Today's targets?" she asks of the musty quiet of the cellar.

"Three Jem'Hadar outposts," Garak replies and touches his explosives with intimate, almost erotic reverence. "Two comm stations."

Kira nods, satisfied. She doesn't ask of casualties. "When?"

"Nightfall."

At dusk, she exits with Damar and the bombs. Doing that, she's trusting one Cardassian not to betray her and another to liberate a people she hates, not noticing how strange it should be. In wars, such lines are drawn in blood, and in sand.

I'll stop now. ;)