As the title of this post might suggest, for the last week I have not become wet and dirty by movement into or through muddy water – although that has been the case more often than not this year and last year, in the Lake District, whilst walking the dogs. No, for the last week, I have immersed myself in drabbles (a drabble is a fully formed story, upto one hundred words, complete with a beginning, middle and end, a theme/message, and/or that emotional nudge/shove) by reading every story there is to offer over on firstname.lastname@example.org. And, as thedrabble was recently one year old, and they publish a story nearly every day, there are hundreds of stories to choose from.
Why not take a look, too. These stories are a perfect pitstop in life’s never-ending race.