Full notes and disclaimer in Chapter One.
Well..we're getting to the end of this series of drabbles. But, for those of you who will be sad to get to the final story, take heart - I do have other fanfic projects in the works, and I'll be writing another series of drabbles, with maybe a longer story or three tossed in, this May, as I participate in the Story A Day May Challenge ( if you want to participate in that, typing the title into your search bar of choice should take you right to the site, where you can get daily prompts designed to help you build mad skills and flex your story muscles!)
So, while I might not use new prompt words right away, please don't hesitate to send any you come up with my way! As always, I will credit donors, and I love the challenge of words that don't seem to easily lend themselves to a science-fiction reality.
It's been a busy week in Shan-land, and that seems to be the pattern for the rest of it, too...so let's get on with the drabbling, shall we?
This drabble happens shortly after my previous Trip story, "Illogical Gibberish." Jon and Trip have another conversation.
My thanks to today's contributors:
Anonymous Donor:
bog roll
dig tree
rhombus
flanelette
duvee
fan fiction
Smurf
manslaughter
Seacook:
Rejection
"'Bog roll? Dig Tree?' What's this, Trip? A memoir about our survival training in Alice Springs?"
"Well, that's where those words come from. But this is for T'Pol." He almost managed to say it like it didn't hurt; like they didn't both have some pretty damned huge rejection issues.
"'Rhombus? Flanelette? Duvee?' I don't get it."
"Well, it's kind of a game I used to play – helped me sometimes, when I wanted to throw her out the airlock. Try to stump her with words she didn't know."
"Fanfiction. Smurf. Manslaughter." Jon handed him the PADD. "Well, does it work?"
