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A series of 181 Words
This is a strange idea but I don't have the patience to write substantial stories so I have decided to write several short scenarios. They're not connected, but all genius ideas though I say so myself. I'm just too damn lazy to write anything longer, but read them and see what you think. As you may have noticed by the title, each story is 181 words long. Its a good number I think.
Working Late
Mrs Malfoy sat on the floor in the atrium of the Malfoy's suburban house. The family had not gone to the manor this particular weekend. Her husband was working late.
There was little point driving to the country tomorrow and in any case, the town house was comfortable enough. Her son was out and the house was consequentially silent.
A small puddle of blood pooled at her feet. Her face was raised to the ceiling, her hands working circles on the polished floor absently. Another drip gathered and fell to the floor by her feet. Yes, her husband would be working very late from now on.
A door slammed shut somewhere behind her and in strolled her son.
"Mother! What on earth are you doing?"
She turned slowly and smiled. "Oh hello dear. You're home very early. What's wrong?" She paused slightly at the sight of her son's horror stricken-face. His fiancé wandered in, hesitating at the scene before her.
"Hello Mrs Malfoy." She glanced quickly behind her.
"Oh, how many times must I tell you dear. Please, call me Narcissa."
A/N Feel free to review. No in fact, please review and tell me what you think.