Challenge
Write a drabble (a story of exactly 100 words).
In Prose only, 100 words exactly, tell me a story. Fiction or fact, fantastical or realistic, just make it lean, mean, and punchy. No theme assigned this time, let's see what you can do without guidance. I'll choose the winner in June.
from one great lover of mankind to another.
Looking out these glass windows, I'd dream
of a place where it'd just be you, it'd just be me.
We'd abandon all human language, and treacly
gratifying human self-pity.
All forms of human troubles, magazines,
pulling all forms of scandalous heartstrings.
Instead, we'd chirp, screech, howl, croak
in a place with nothing but the Law of the Jungle,
with birds perched on our arms,
we could live offa the fatta the lan',
and our legs would grow strong
from our trots with wolves and
our trickster fox.
But the dream fades,
when I hear every tick,
and its inevitable
tock.
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