So here's a true 100-word drabble. It's not much, but hopefully I'll be updating Twelve Days soon.


#2: Bury


Her finger traced its way through the sand. When she lifted it she found she'd drawn a heart.

"Cute," a voice murmured. He stilled her hand, which had been on the verge of wiping the work of art away. He then began to dig with his free hand, searching, searching…

"What are you looking for?"

His arm wound around her waist. "My own heart. I've lost it. Have you seen it, by chance?"

"You are unfailingly corny."

He tweaked her nose. "I never said you stole it."

She looked offended.

He kissed her bare shoulder in apology, only to add: "Thief."