With A Click Of His Fingers
Fiction Shorts word of the day: Cumbrous
She lives a charmed life; with her two thousand square foot mansion on fifty acres, double bedroom just to store her wardrobe, professional chef and Olympic size swimming pool.
Little did she know, it was all about to come to an end!
Friday afternoon her husband stumbles through the door, drunk and belligerent.
“Honey, I lost it all in a single game of poker,” he cries, sinking to the floor in a drunken stupor.
She stands in shock, visualising them out on the street, resting on their cumbrous belongings, bedraggled and unkept.
Far from the life she’s born to live!
This drabble has been written as part of the daily Drabble Drop challenge and today's random word, that must be included in the drabble, is 'cumbrous'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful idea in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
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Comments (1)
Oooo, I learnt a new word today, cumbrous! But in your Author's Notes, you didn't change the word to cumbrous. Your story was so shocking! I'd die if I had a luxurious life that's to be taken away from me so suddenly, lol