| More Drabbles |
| Even though Drabble mania has died down a bit, I can't resist trying my hand at them. Note: Drabbles are stories that consist of exactly 100 words. |
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| Waiting He couldn't touch him. His partner, his best friend, was lying there, fighting for his life, and he couldn't touch him. If he did, he knew Starsky would shatter into a thousand pieces. He sat down gingerly in the plastic chair, as if the slightest sound would destroy Starsky's fragile hold on life. His eyes wandered up and down the machines that were keeping his friend alive. Each blip sounded like it would be the last. Gently, he lay his head down beside the still hand. The smallest whimper escaped as he prayed. "Don't die. Please, Starsky, please don't die!" |
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| A New Game: Hide and Die He sat on the mattress, slumped against the wall. *Talk about irony! I'm in an abandoned apartment with a wanted felon and I'm dying. Not exactly Camille is it, Starsk?* Agony coursed through his body and he moaned. *I don't even know what's killing me! Find me, Starsky! I don't want to die like this." Pardee yanked him up by his arms, half-carried him down the stairs, and put him in the car. He didn't have the strength to resist. He heard the sirens, and saw the Torino. A gentle hand touched his knee. "It's going to be all right." |