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.

33. Coat

Coat

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It closed around his plastron, around his chest, squeezing the life out of him, suffocating him and dragging him down. He floundered, choked and cried out, but his pleas for help were muffled as it covered his mouth, his eyes, and he was engulfed in the darkness.

Brought to his knees, Michelangelo fought with all his might, with the power born only from terror and panic, that worked its way through his veins like poison, consuming his every move.

He fought like his life depended on it.

And from the side-lines, his brothers watched in amazement, stifling their laughter. One drink had turned into two, and two drinks had turned into three, and they'd stumbled home drunk. Heavy trench-coats were taken off with ease and thrown aside. That is, for everyone but Mikey.

Because only a very drunk Mikey would pick a fight with a coat and lose.