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f_m_parkinson - some Christmas joy!
Damp Course
by Felicity M. Parkinson
“Quit moaning,” Bodie remained unsympathetic, “and don’t exaggerate. It was only a few drops. Told you before to keep some Kleenex handy.”
“You don’t normally make a mess.” Doyle wriggled his rump on the sheet. “I’m sitting on a wet patch.”
Bodie huffed. “Why didn’t you use both hands? Over confident, that’s your trouble.” With a glare, he continued, “I warned you not to put it there. So much for giving you a helping hand. Next time you do it yourself.”
Doyle looked contrite. “Ta for the mug of tea,” he said. “At least it didn’t slop in your direction.”
Drabble written for WriteTime 2020 Online
f_m_parkinson - some Christmas joy!Damp Course
by Felicity M. Parkinson
“Quit moaning,” Bodie remained unsympathetic, “and don’t exaggerate. It was only a few drops. Told you before to keep some Kleenex handy.”
“You don’t normally make a mess.” Doyle wriggled his rump on the sheet. “I’m sitting on a wet patch.”
Bodie huffed. “Why didn’t you use both hands? Over confident, that’s your trouble.” With a glare, he continued, “I warned you not to put it there. So much for giving you a helping hand. Next time you do it yourself.”
Doyle looked contrite. “Ta for the mug of tea,” he said. “At least it didn’t slop in your direction.”
Drabble written for WriteTime 2020 Online
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