Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Drabble 133



Finished 5:20.

Raven scratched his nails along the surface of his kitchen table. He scratched them again, and again, until he’d left visible gauges in the wood. “I can’t do this,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Blue was sure that if Raven said that once more, he’d snap. “Ok, I get it,” he hissed, “You want a drink. Well you aren’t getting one, so quit your whining. Go find something constructive to do with your time.” Raven looked like he’d something to say, but Blue’d had enough, and went outside to play with his horse instead.

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