Drabble Series

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Author: simplysly

Rating: PG

So, if anyone objects to me stealing Grapefruit... I'm sorry.  Consider this an alternate.  Yes, that's it.  An alternate.  Also, this gets passed to Rosey, because she needs to write something now.

So, while Ryan was contemplating police brutality, and Colin was explaining to the nice officers that yes, these random events had occurred, but no, no one was trying to kill anyone else, and really, there was no need to be arrested, Greg was seriously considering becoming one with the table top.  The coffee was good.  The coffee was very good, in fact, but this did nothing to negate the previous effects of the alcohol and lack of sleep.  Idly, he noticed that the centerpiece in the middle of the table was crooked (although, it was really rather hard to tell, what with the general movingness of everything else and was movingness even a word? he said it was, so it must be true).  He reached out with the hand that wasn't clutching the cup of coffee (if he let it go, it might end up on the floor, and had he mentioned that it was really good coffee?) and removed the offending fruit that ruined the otherwise artful symmetry.

The fruit bowl exploded.  That really was the only way to describe it.  Apples and pears fell out and rolled across the table in any direction, smacking at least one unwary officer in the groin.  Oranges joined them, the weight of the shifting fruit over powering the bowl, tipping it on its side, allowing the grapes and bananas to escape (although the latter didn't really move very far).  The bowl righted itself with many a wobble, and every one was looking at him and the grapefruit he still held in his hand.

"Oops."


Rosey, your word is deviousness.