Re: Drabble Stories
To Enormously Blast
Mister Q and Mani were celebrating a sparkling Valentine's Day together. Mister Q had cooked a musical dinner and they ate in a forrest by candlelight.
"My darling," Mani said, stroking Mister Q's lips, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Mister Q. "It is but a saucy token of my witty love."
Mister Q opened the box. Inside was a sorrowful chair! He gazed at it fitfully. Then he gazed at Mani fitfully. "It's astounding," Mister Q said. "Come here and let me blast you."
Just then, a forgiving crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like bombs bursting in air. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a young voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Mani read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other forcefully as the crone cackled some more. Mister Q's arm began to tremble. Then Mani shrugged, pulled out a piano, and hit the crone on her hair. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Mister Q said and kissed Mani gently. "This is a naughty Valentine's Day!"
They ignorantly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they blasted each other all night long.