So, here it begins. You can blame Xybolic totally that I actually wrote anything, let alone actually put it up. xD
(And yes, I know that technically these should be only 100 words each to properly qualify as drabbles, but I think Drabble Collection sounds so much better than Short Stories. SS sounds like they have to have a point, when really these are just little drabbly things that don't exactly change the world. :p)
Just a Normal Day at The Office
Holly Short ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy working with Mulch - she did, very much so, it was just that sometimes she missed being able to get up in the morning and know for sure that there would be, well, work waiting for her to do.
That had been her 'normal' since she had left school, and now working with Mulch for whom 'normal' was getting up as late as possible and then proceeding to do as little work as possible for the remainder of the day was a bit of a shock to her system.
Speaking of Mulch. She turned her gaze over to the dwarf and watched him idly turn the pages of a digi-paper. He had told her that he was searching for crimes committed, as business had been a bit slow recently, but judging from the naughty giggles that emitted from his throat it was much more likely he had been looking at the page three dwarfs again. Holly had tried to rid him of this habit once or twice before but to no avail, now she just let him get on with it. Besides, it gave her a short break without his sarcastic comments, and that meant she could get on with her work uninterrupted.
She picked up another digi-paper that was lying around, and started to flick methodically through it.
She had nearly reached the end when she came across the bounty column. Usually she wouldn't have spared this a second glance, but there had been remarkably little business recently, and she was willing to give anything a go.
The column itself was run by the LEP, basically appealing to the public for help with finding especially slippery criminals along with a sizeable reward for anyone who actually managed to catch one, or even for giving a tip off. Holly gave the entire thing a once-over with a critical eye. She knew exactly what she was looking for, after all, she had spent a month on this herself after 'accidently' pouring a nettle smoothie down Root's jumpsuit. She still felt a thrill of satisfaction along when she thought about it; the look on his face had been worth every moment of every awful job they had forced her on.
Root. . . Even weeks after his death she still felt his death like a festering wound that you came back to time and time again, never healing, not changing. She felt her eyes slowly filling up with tears, then shook her head. Back to work.
Right at the bottom, a single slot caught her eye. DOODAH DAY: SMUGGLING it read simply. She smiled. She had a pretty good idea where they would find this criminal, and along with Mulch's help it should be no problem to find him and receive the reward, one that was easily large enough to keep them going for a few months.
Picking up the paper she lent over to show Mulch. 'This is it' she thought. 'Just a normal day at the office.'
For those of you who don't live in the UK, page 3 is basically the third page in the SUN newspaper. It's not really something I'm going to go into.