We spoke about economy of language, but no one knew what it meant until the word supply began to run low.
Spoken, written or thought, there were no longer words enough for our unending need to express ourselves.
Rationing was instituted, and for a period we, the Drabblers, were stars. We, who did so much with so little, were the last, best hope of literary endeavour, and our works were celebrated.
But even with rationing, our word supply dwindled. We switched to Twabbles, and published with less frequency.
And when the words finally ran out, all we could do was
Friday, May 21, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Short story, Words
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