I haven't dabbled with this subject of drabble, yet...
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Stupid fish.
They always found a way to evade him.
He jabbed the pointed edge of his boomerang back into the water, swirling the cool contents of the stream. He kept his eyes sharp, alert, hoping to spot another slippery morsel.
Stupid fish.
There!
A glimmer, a sheen of silver flashing in reflection of the sun.
He lunged.
His body twisted in the air.
Splash.
He flailed; he spluttered.
He leapt up out of the water, grasping the handle of his weapon with intense anticipation.
Do I dare?
He stared at his hand, submerged in the water.
Lifting the boomerang forlornly from the cool stream, expecting defeat—as usual—he sighed.
Flip, flop.
Oh, yes.
Nice fish.
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