I try to make my ficlets complete stories, but not ones that can’t have a sequel or a prequel added to them. It’s not easy to make a complete story in 1024 characters or less.
Here’s tonight’s effort:
Right on the edge of the world
“Well that’s a fine how do you do,” muttered Rubin.
“What you mean, Rubin?” Arnie’s voice always annoyed Rubin, but since the plane crash it had acquired a grating quality. It set Rubinâ€™s teeth on edge, it really did.
“We’ve come to the edge,” said Rubin. “See? The crick just flows on overâ€¦”
Arnie came up beside him. “So it do, so it do.” He stared down into the darkness for a long moment, then looked up at Rubin. His eyes were round and vacant like the moon. A little thread of drool had escaped his lip and glistened on his chin. “Whatâ€™s that mean?”
Rubin sighed. “It means we turn around. Head upstream, hope we can find helpâ€¦”
“We’s been walkin’ for days, though,” Arnie whined.
“Dammit, Arnie, don’t you think I know that?” Arnie recoiled from his brother’s fury, and Rubin sighed inwardly. He relented. “Sorry, Arnie. Thereâ€™s no choice.” He smiled. “Know any good songs?”
“Do I!” They turned away from the void, and Arnie began to sing some idiot song. After a couple moments, Rubin joined in.