Saturday, January 5, 2013

One Drop Three Drip

One    Two    Three    Drip

One    Two    Three    Drip

One    Drop   Three    Drip

Four four time.  Perfect.  Sometimes it plays in a weird rhythm.  Five eights or ninths.  Like strange Asian music. 

Sitting on the damp concrete, my back against the mildewed wall, I tap out a beat on my knees, my foot tapping an imaginary bass drum.

Occasionally there’s a misbeat ...

One    Two    Drip  Drip    Four 

.. and I add a jazz flourish.

You never can quite trust the slow leak.

It used to drive me half demented.  Now it’s the soundtrack to my life.

One    Two    Three    Drip



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words

5 comments:

Margot Kinberg said...

That's haunting, Rob. Just...haunting. Thanks

verymessi said...

My first comment on your excellent site.

Terrific little story!!

Love your reviews. You have pointed me in the direction of many a fine book. Thanks and keep up the good work!

Rob Kitchin said...

Thanks both. I like this one for some reason. Not sure why. Sometimes they click and others are so so. And sometimes the ones I think are so so others seem to like.

Dr. Evangelicus said...

I think you've got a good first draft but, IMO, you need to work in a little more context for it to be truly successful.

Rob Kitchin said...

I like the fact that the reader can decide the context; this more about the moment and reflection.