A Series of Drabbles: Day 10

Tenth of December, 2011


Todays Word of The Day:


Gluck vb

(ambitranstive) To flow or cause to flow in a noisy series of spurts, as when liquid is emptied through the narrow neck of a bottle. 

“Written Assignment for the week: Write a love letter or a poem, or whatever you want to an inanimate object. The more dull, the better. Be creative.”

We look at each other, the horror painted on our pictures. Sure, he’s been giving us strange assignments for a while now but this beats them all. I, for one, am not one to write love letters. I’ve written plenty of letters to Adam through these few months but they’re not love letters, far from it actually, it’s like a diary but one I know someone will read.

I hate the assignment from the first moment I sit down at my desk to work on it. 

Everything about it feels wrong and my back’s killing me from sitting in this chair. It’s not exactly made for studying, it’s put in these dorm rooms because they’re cheap and they have a tendency to last longer. I lean over my desk, pounding the wall into Daniels room, he pounds back twice. Our sign for all clear, come in. I want to sit in his bean bag chair and just rest my back a little. I take my laptop with me where I’ve written exactly three words, my own name.

Daniel’s sitting in his comfortable chair with a book, something I rarely ever see him do, usually he’s busy making music.

“Bean bag chair time?” I nod and sink down into the comfortable bean bag, really digging myself down into it.

“My back’s killing me. What are you working on?” He shrugs.

“Nothing, just reading, just heard, I’m staying here for Christmas. My parents are shipping themselves off to somewhere nice and I’m not invited.” I look at him.

“I’m staying too; my dad’s working over Christmas, no need to for me to go home.” I watch his face brighten a little.

“Really?” I nod. He closes his book after carefully folding a donkey ear to mark his place in the book.

“You know what would cheer you up, writing a love letter to an inanimate object with me.” He chuckles.

“Nothing says fun like a love letter.”

“Beth, you’re up.” I get up from my chair to place an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle we’re sitting in.

“Dear Carl, I am writing this to you to declare my undying love for you. For one so small, so green, you have brought a refreshing break once in a while into my life. Our relationship, though sporadic and brief is defined by your distinct sound when I pour you from the bottle and down into my glass. This is when I feel most at home with you.” 

The others chuckle but let me carry on for a about a good page, until I come to our brilliant ending. 

“But as much as I love you, Carl, there is something I have to say, though it pains me much. I have found someone else, someone cheaper, tastier, please forgive me, Carl. Love Beth.” 

Word Count: 499

Fun Factor: 4/5 (once I cracked it)