A Drabble Story, part 1

I was working on a drabble last week, just as an exercise to get the writing juices flowing, when it turned into something else. Seven hundred words later I had a series of drabbles that were converging on a possible story and, since I'll be launching a serialized story this summer (on Amazon Vella), I thought I'd add a smaller serial here. I'm not sure I'll go past the original 700 words, but the commitment by you and I will be small, at least. :)

Ben thought long and hard, which, to a normal person, would have been a short wonder, but for Ben, never one to be normal or short, was a hot, thick think. The solution was right in front of him, he thought, but the solution was far away in the distance smoke, unknowable to a guy like Ben. For a normal person, the distance smoke was within reach. For Ben, it lay outside his whole existence. Ben didn’t belong in this class. He didn’t belong in this building. Those in the know knew that he didn’t even belong on this planet. 

“Golf” 2m57s

Drabbles are short pieces of fiction of exactly 100 words. I use https://randomwordgenerator.com/ to provide the prompt and I time how long it takes me to reach 100.

“Golf is one of those games that you need a lot of leisure time to get right and a lot of money to get leisure time. That’s the last thing I want to set up here. Think about who that’ll attract! Look at what happened to Florida.”

Casper kicked his rover again and flapped his arms in disgust. It was hard to emote in the old moon suits, but the new models were on the crashed lander. He pointed in the general direction of the debris and yelled into his mic. “That idiot can’t even get supplies here. Forget tourists.”