I’m trying to write my Sunday drabble, when the sons descend on me.
"Mamma, is your work done?"
"Not yet, Darling. A couple of minutes more."
"When will you be done?"
"Another fifteen minutes, Baby."
"You said that fifteen minutes back."
"I did?" Yes, of course I did. And for the last fifteen minutes I have been playing Bejeweled Blitz waiting for the Muse to come.
"When are you going to finish?"
"Why? What do you want?"
"Tell me. I’ll do it now."
"Nothing. We just wanted to talk."
I get up. Some things are more important than drabbles.
Drabble (n) - an extremely short work exactly one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity and to test the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.