Drabble 94

Strike three? An hour late, at 7:03. I got distracted with this pesky uni work. I'm-a go sleep now.

“Weren't we supposed to be doing something?” asked Blue. He and Raven were essentially standing around in the woods, waiting. “I think the Author got distracted,” said Raven.

“What's so important that s/he can't even get one measly drabble written on time?” snapped Blue.

“I don't know, and I really don't care,” replied Raven, “but something had better happen soon or I'm going home.”

“Maybe I should set the woods on fire?” suggested Blue. Raven smacked him for that. “Well it might get zir attention,” snapped Blue, rubbing the growing lump on his head where Raven had repeatedly hit him.