Saturday, 2 July 2016

Drabble #6: A story in 100 words

“Where is he?” the monk asked softly.

“In the Caribbeans, Master,” the disciple bowed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It doesn’t matter where he is, anyway. You may leave now.”

The monk closed his eyes and slipped into a trance.

At that moment, some 8,000 miles away, master criminal Billy “Sabretooth” Butcher was walking his dog on the beach when he felt a constriction in his throat and dropped dead.

The monk opened his eyes, balled his hands into fists, and hissed — “Justice!”


Note: For the previous five Drabbles, click here.

14 comments:

  1. Oh, this is beautifully done, Prashant! You've captured the story quite effectively, and now I want to know more.

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    1. Thank you, Margot. The monk is a reformed assassin who couldn't resist a final vengeance.

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  2. I only wish justice could be so swift. Nice one.

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    1. Thank you, Charles. Telepathic justice would be great, indeed.

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  3. Justice by ESP. Well done, Prashant.

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    1. Thank you, Oscar. I can't imagine its misuse.

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  4. That is very nicely done, Prashant. I would have thought of a monk dispensing that kind of justice.

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    1. Thank you, Tracy. In fact, it's the opposite of what a monk or hermit who has renounced the world would do.

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  5. Prashant – Good work! I would like to read a book about that master criminal. Anyone who earns the nickname Sabretooth deserves at least a novel.

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    1. Thank you, Elgin. I was toying between an Indian and a Western name and finally settled for the latter. There just might be a novel with Sabretooth as a character.

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  6. Oh blimey, that's brilliant! A great idea and done so well in the short form.

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    1. Moira, thank you. I do enjoy dabbling in an occasional Drabble or two. It's good fun.

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