“Captain Honore, this is Captain Helen Hunt of the Fleet Strike Carrier Hermes. That would be the “Giant piece of shit we choose to call a ship”. I would appreciate your company in my ready room ASAP. I think we have some items of mutual interest to discuss. When do you think I can expect the pleasure of your company?”

Drabble Theatre: Inna Minute

Melanie E.

A bit like a faery story, a bit like humour, and borrowing wantonly from pop culture.

I pulled on the tight thin top. Wow was it tight and it really did show my VS lacey bra. Joan said it looked very nice, very feminine. As I looked down, I could see the shape of my cups and the outline of the bra. Looking in the mirror I saw my bra cups and straps beaming out, saying I was all woman. I asked Joan if it was OK. She smiled and said "You look great. Don't worry it, you look very pretty." She said she loved my VS molded cup push up bra. You have a every pretty shape, be proud, Terri!

I spent my day looking for stray aluminum cans. 500 cans meant I’d be able to stay the night at the Salvation Army as long as I got to the recycling center before 5 o’clock. Anything short of that meant I’d get to sleep in the woods. I really didn’t like sleeping in the woods. I had a tarp I could set up as a shelter from the rain, but it didn’t help a whole lot when it had been raining earlier in the day. That wasn’t the real problem with sleeping there, though. The real problem was that the woods were inhabited by other people, some of whom weren’t so nice.