friday drabble | Mama Cormier

Hospital gowns aren’t a fashion statement and the wearers often find themselves feeling ill at ease knowing what lies underneath. Today hospitals supply you with two gowns so that your derriere isn’t flapping in the wind.

Sitting in the waiting room I couldn’t help but be drawn to the young man sitting across from me. It wasn’t his appearance or what he said that caused me to stare. Sporting the blue gown, he sat with his legs wide apart.

I was so tempted to say, “Oh for goodness sake, put your knees together. We don’t need to see your junk!”

A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble.

She just stood there by my bed, completely shrouded in white. I couldn’t make out her features but I knew instinctively who she was.

It was late at night and I had been asleep for hours. Her presence woke me from a deep sleep. She didn’t make a sound but her appearance startled me and I screamed.

My husband rose from his sleep and tried to console me.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s someone next to the bed.”

She was gone but the cold air lingered and caused me to shiver. My mother had come to warn me.

‘Don’t let him go.’

A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble.