Worth A Thousand Words
A collection of drabbles based on words. Prompt: Wistful. Alex laments his son's laziness and classmates recall a good Alex Rider.
Disclaimer: Why would a legitimate, best-selling author spend time writing drabbles? They're not even full stories! So no, I'm not Anthony Horowitz.
Wistful, adj.
1) Full of yearning or desire tinged with melancholy; inspiring such yearning
2) Musingly sad; pensive
Impudence (Go check out So1said's The Report to see a real story about Alex and son :D)
Josh Rider was sprawled on a couch, snoozing, when his dad walked up behind him.
"You know, when I was a kid, I wasn't this lazy," Alex said with mock severity.
"You're not in a position to compare your childhood with mine, Dad," the teen said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I wasn't nearly this impertinent, either."
"That's a blatant lie." Josh sighed. "What happened to the days when role models were honest, kind people, not these cheap adults you get nowadays?"
"Fine. Next time you want karate lessons or a camping trip, go ask your honest role models."
In Memoriam
"Remember Alex before his uncle died?" James recalled with a faint smile. Other classmates, all friends of Alex before, nodded.
"He was always so nice."
"And a brilliant football player."
"Such a good friend." A chorus of agreements echoed through the small group. Funeral music drifted through the air.
"Damn drugs. Took another good one."
"The government should take better care of orphaned kids like Alex."
"Do something about their programmes, yeah."
Tom chuckled darkly. I could say so many things to that, but nothing'll give Alex his life back. I wish they knew, he thought. I wish they understood.
And we're done! At least, for now. If I ever need another break from obsessing over half-written fanfics, I might post some of the others sometime. Thanks a BUNCH for reading, reviewing, and favoriting, hope you enjoyed, and give me your ideas, questions, comments, concerns, criticisms, witticisms, and/or limericks!
Edits 9/15/14: Minor grammar fixes.