Drabble a Day

by Simone Robinson

Inspired by others who have undertaken this challenge, to write a drabble a day, I've decided to try. I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm going to try. To improve writing skills, to gain insight, to explore the written word, the written worlds and those who live in them. Humour, angst, romance, a meeting of genres to create a collection of drabbles updated as often as possible.

13. Pristine

Pristine

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Donnie liked it when everything was pristine. Not his notes, but other things. He liked it when everything was exactly in its place and where it needed to be. Everything had to be laid our just right, available at a moment's notice. Everything needed to be clean. Every surface, every item, every bed-sheet. Everything had to be clean, had to shine and smell of chemicals.

Everything had to be sterilized.

Only then could Donatello find peace. He would find peace in the knowledge that he was ready. He had everything in place; he had everything clean and laid out just right. He was ready at a seconds notice, without fumbling and scratching around as vital seconds passed by.

He knew that, should a brother be brought in bleeding and broken, he'd have the precious time needed to save them, because everything was ready.

Yes, Donnie liked it when everything was pristine.

But sometimes, he wished it didn't have to be.