Challenge
Drabble me this. 100 words of fiction. Not 99, not 101, not 847. One hundred words precisely.
100 words of fiction. Not 99, not 101, not 847. One hundred words precisely. On choosing the winner, I couldn't care less about popularity and likes. I care about the storytelling. With a good side dish of solid grammar and following the rules of sticking to a hundred words.
Defective
The night is alive, and lightning-bug clouds illuminate the moon. Two figures sit hand in hand on an overhanging cliff, watching the dark sky breathe and each other. An abundance of bugs clamber on the two, but they don't mind, and eventually the bugs return to a flourishing forest that started with gardens of homes whose inhabitants fled to other worlds. The two still sit, glowing like artificial fireflies. Once the data is shared, they head in opposite directions. But they always manage to meet again, these defective drones on a not-so-dead planet, with only the world and each other.
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